I’ve been thinking that lately I’ve been writing a lot. So I’m going to make a little change in my posts for a while. They’ll feature one single image. Today’s image is about a pet peeve of mine. If you’ve been following me for a while you know I sometimes wander a little — but let’s see how this works.
Don’t Park on the Grass
Most campgrounds have limits on how many people can occupy a campsite. Moreover, most campgrounds exercise some control over the number of vehicles allowed at one site. Of course that’s a theoretical control at public parks and campgrounds because there’s little to prevent additional people and cars from parking some distance away and joining in the party/event/jollity. Where the rubber meets the grass the problems begin (not where the rubber meets the road — if the rubber is on the road there’s no problem). Thoughtless folks just don’t appreciate the damage done when people repeatedly abuse the turf. Week after week of abuse. Campgrounds are not like a professional sports stadium where they actually pay a crew to keep the field of play in decent playing condition. And even professional sports fields can sometimes look pretty distressed by the end of the season. But a campground is lucky to have someone (often a volunteer) to CUT the grass, much less fill it, reseed it, etc..
If you watch TV detective programs you’d think that it’s possible to know who rode on the grass by the tire tracks. Too bad that doesn’t happen. Maybe we should let them pay to fix up the damage they cause.