I'm back in business with a fresh French press. I need it too because last night was a long one. The lethargic, do-nothing children of the RV families I saw laying about during the daylight became enlivened last night with the sight of the campfire. They fed on smores and ice cream provided by Miller's Landing. On a sugar high, they played flashlight tag all over the compound until far after midnight. The smell of the RV sewage kept me awake all night too for my site was adjacent to the dumping station. I hope I never lay eyes on that place again. If I had one thing to tell the absentee owners of this business it is this: fix your fucking roads.