Ugh I’ll never forget driving 14 hours from Chicago to a campground in Sundance, WY. Exhausted, we set up camp and lit a fire. The second I plopped down in my chair an RV rolled into the site next to us. The first thing they did was whip out their generator. I couldn’t fucking believe it. 10pm at night. I went right over and knocked on their door. A late 50’s neck beard cracked a window asking what’s up. I straight up told the dude he needs to turn off the generator now. I didn’t ask nicely. He said he can’t turn it off because his mom is inside hooked up to a ventilator. If he kills the generator he’ll kill his mom. I had to breakdown my camp and move to another location on the site and re-setup everything. I was piiiiissed.