Paradise Lost: The
Wilderness is Not What it Used to Be
Henk de Haan & Virgini Senden
Freshly vaccinated, we decided
it was time for a change of scenery, so we packed our recently-acquired second-hand
travel trailer and hit the road. The trailer, like any other trailer, is packed
with amenities to turn it into our home away from home—heating, cooling,
cooking facilities (an oven and a microwave), a fridge with freezer, and a bed
with a real memory foam mattress and a bedside reading light. After a lifetime
of camping in small, portable tents and sleeping on wafer-thin camping mattresses
not worthy of the name—the epitome of luxury.
All these amenities require electric power, of course, either supplied
via batteries or via a hookup at the camping spot.

Our first camp site was not
equipped with power at all. To prevent draining his batteries, a neighbouring
camper schlepped a transportable generator in and ran the generator for about
an hour each day around lunch time. The first time, I was sitting outside
reading, enjoying the beautiful weather, the songbirds, the busybody squirrel—it
was heaven! The generator in question was not equipped with any noise-mitigating
features, and it showed. The birds, the squirrels, the rustling leaves—all gone.
I sighed, went inside and closed the door.
When camping, you’re more
exposed to the weather, and it can turn nasty. We had a spot of rain overnight,
and when I woke up early the next morning, everything inside felt a bit damp. I
sneaked out of bed and decided to try out the heating system to get rid of the
dampness, thus making getting up a more pleasurable experience for my
significant other (she’s sensitive that way). The furnace came on, and so did the
fan. It turns out the fan is a small, high-performance fan, tearing the
peaceful slumber of my beloved to pieces. I tried to restore peace by offering
breakfast in bed, which was (thankfully) gracefully accepted. A golden rule for
both camping and staying in hotels: bring earplugs!
Our next campsite, located in a
popular National Park, had it all—or almost everything in the eyes of
management. Opposite from our campsite, a construction crew was working to
erect a new building quite close to an existing, also fairly new, one. The crew
put in admirable hours, even on Saturday and Sunday—twelve-hour shifts at
least. For their power, they relied on a generator, not on the outlets of the
building less than 25 metres away. When we pointed out the option of plugging
in their equipment to the camp operator, the young man stared at me and said
that generators were allowed between 7 AM and 11 PM, completely missing the
point.
The weather on this camping trip
was warm. Neighbours a few sites over invested in an RV the size of a city bus,
equipped with at least three AC units. Obviously, they liked it cool, including
overnight. We reached for the ear plugs once more. Did I mention the grass
mowers? Management likes the grass on the campsite short.
All in all, we had a lovely
outing, but not a quiet one. Thankfully, we were not confronted with rowdy
neighbours playing their favourite music over the outdoor sound system that any
decent trailer comes with. I’m sure, however, we will in the not-too-distant
future. I want to go home.