It’s filled with the typical tiki decorations (why do people insist on making any beach area look like the South Pacific?), pool table, old stand up arcade games, and drunks (or at least people on their well on their way to being drunk.) … If I was at a resort, I’d probably be bored by this point, but here, even with the work involved in getting a camp site put together and maintained, camping seems to be enjoyable and not nearly as boring as there is always something to fix/clean up/prepare/etc. -JT

Why, oh why, do campsites insist on installing an oscillating ceiling fan beneath a light in a bathroom? Random flashbacks of 70s slasher flicks went through my head as I prepared for the morning at the KOA campsite in Sugarloaf Key, Fl. I am not a camper, clearly. The wife decided with local friends in the Florida area to go on a week camping trip for the family summer vacation this year. “Sure! Why not go help clean up the gulf from the oil spill?” wasn’t the appropriate response, so I conceded. Besides Life 2.0 (more about that in another article) was my idea and I better make good on it. Of course, none of this was going through my head at 7am standing at the urinal as a large burly man came into the bathroom. No. I’m thinking this is where I’m going to die.