While I was diligently working during the Huckleberry Festival, each night I came home to a changed neighborhood. One night I came home to a family behind me who had settled in with a tree swing and several hammocks.
Another night I came home to a car, just a car, parked next to me with several pre-teenagers gathered around a fire in the fire pit. Since I generally know when someone is moving in next to me, I questioned them as to whether they had a site tag designating that this was in fact where they were supposed to be. An adult was summoned, and no, he did not have a site tag. I promptly sent him to the office in the hopes that they were in an incorrect site and that these would not be my new neighbors. Unfortunately, they did come back with a site tag and later in the evening put up two tents as their now new, permanent residence.
After several days of them as my neighbor, watching them throw knives and hatchets, a hatchet stuck in a tree which pained me every time I had to see it, I was considering the possibility of moving to another site or giving the office the ultimatum of either they go, or I do. Miraculously, one morning they were packing up and moving everything down to an RV at another site. There was some talk about a probation officer showing up...best I don't know the full details, but I am happy to report that I now have my space, peace and tranquility back to myself.
Even Everett's site changed as he built a deck addition onto his RV. I love how he now has a perfect place to hang all his skis in preparation for the winter.
What a world, what a world:).