Hamping,  or why I only go backcountry or nothing Went car camping to test out new gear before starting our backcountry adventures for the year  (new tent etc).  This place was like a trailer park. Beautiful scenery but surrounded by party hams. Literally everyone was at minimum overweight if not obese. It was unbelievable trying to get trail head info. The only fit and helpful guy worked the kayak rental and we had a blast.  We wanted to hike one of the trails but there was no map with a trail head so we asked the camping office. The woman at the desk probably 22 and 300 lbs, tells us "oh you don't want to walk there...we have bears  (lady... we have had to carry a .22 in some places for the grizzlies/polar bears.  Calm down.) And it would take at least an hour. "  NOT A WHOLE HOUR.  but the boyfriend says - before he can think better of it: "haha...well maybe for YOU."  She was stunned. We just left and I was dying of laughter. He is usually not very judgemental of others but he has no tolerance for lazy fat pigs especially ones in the service industry.  So this experience (along with watching people drink 9000 calories of beer and make bacon and eggs every morning for breakfats) cemented my loyalty to backcountry camping only.  I don't want to hear anyone else, least of all some Ham planet huffing and puffing while they shuffle to the "cafe" or to their fucking golf cart.