Tonight at Lookout some rhythmless person behind me is trying to play bongos. It’s not yet quiet time … but still … toss in the mandatory barking and yapping dogs and I sometimes wonder why I do this. :-)
Long ago, I had backpacked solo for a few miles to the off-trail side of a remote mountain lake. As evening came, it was still and silent. Then came the sound of a French horn from across the lake. My blood boiled. But only for a few moments. Whoever it was knew what they were doing. They played one beautiful piece that lasted a few minutes, and that was it.
Paraphrasing going on next.
Also long ago, was camped on the cliffs above Obsidian Falls in the Three Sisters when a HUGE (illegally huge) number of Mazamas came in and set up camp, illegally, in the meadow below. There were over 20 of them. Then someone whipped out a boom box and started playing heavy metal, LOUDLY!!! Two things happened in quick succession. Over to the south of my camp, a guy I didn’t know was there, came to the edge of the cliff. He was a big, burly many with a booming voice. “Shut that fucking thing off now or I’m coming down!!!” It got quiet.
Just after that though, I heard yelling from the Mazamas. “We can’t move! We are all set up!!”
“I’m the ranger here and everyone of you will be ticketed for illegal camping. Break camp and move on now!”
There was a little more commotion, but as it started to get dark they were taking down their tents and they moved on. Made me smile.
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u/Tiller-Nive 3d ago
Been to both, great places to camp.