We knew camping on Memorial Day weekend would be busy, so we planned ahead: chose an out-of-the-way rustic camping area, drove up Thursday evening and found a nice site under the trees, pitched our tent, left a marker at the site entrance, and headed back to town. Friday after work, we arrive to find you in our site, our tent disassembled and piled next to the firepit, marker removed and hidden. You nervously repeated your story that you arrived and "the tent was totally taken down already!" as your wife slunk away towards your staring kids, realization dawning on their faces that Daddy was a liar. What could we do but move on down the road and re-pitch the tent on a bare patch of dirt next to a busy trailhead. Other campers told us the next morning that they'd seen you pull down our tent.

This is a busy area, guy, and a lot of us want to take advantage of the outdoors. The next time you take the family out for a little "fresh air," pack some fucking etiquette along with you.