|50 meters from our campsite....|
THEN…from the grandstand... up until now quiet and empty on the other side of the forested slope dropping from the campground…a scratchy blaring voice broke the peace: “Welcome to the Grand Rapids Saturday Night Speedway”…. a familiar “OH CANADA” followed by a rather grandiose recording of “THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER”. An evening disturbance of incredible volume had begun.
Go-Carts turned to Stock Cars. Our solace I suppose, to the unbelievable immersion-by-proximity, was free viewing of the races from the path in the trees.
Eventually...the anticipated end came. Grandstand goers filed off the bleachers...the moon rose. Silence and peace returned to the grounds. As I walked to the shower house in the darkness a voice rose from a quiet campfire, "THAT, was insane."
Truly, this night goes down with our travels' handful of unforeseen extreme evening disturbances.