TrUE LifE RiDonkULousNEsS, Part Deux

Roughly 4 hours into our camping road trip upstate:

Angel: that's the road i'm telling you.
Hapabukbuk: are you sure? it seems to me it should be on the other side.
A: that's it. foghill. it said foghill!
HB: you could read that sign?
A: no but I'm telling you that's it!
HB: ok! fine! foghill! so it should be on this road then to the left…(reads directions)…after we cross a dirt road. a what? what the hell kind of place is this?
A: you picked it.
HB: you want to fight about it? look…look i see lights.
A: that's a house.
HB: and it looks like a tornado hit it. but they have electricity!
A: there! there are more lights.
HB: lots of them. it looks like…christmas lights?
A: that must be it.
HB: thank gad. i'm so hungry i could eat my hand.

And lo and behold, our campsite greets us:


HB: hee. heehee. ha. HA. HAHA. HAHAHAAHAAHAH!
A: what is the matter with you?
HB: do you not see the huge light up santa head hooked to that tree?
A: ???
HB: and the actual lighted christmas lights everywhere? what, did they forget to take it all down?
A: SHHH!!!
HB: did i pick the absolute trashiest campsite this side of the planet or what?
A: can you lower your voice just a little please?
HB: what? you think they might have shotguns?

Part Un