THE SILENT STOMPERS: WHY WALKING THROUGH MY SITE WITHOUT A NOD MAKES YOU A CAMPGROUND CASUALTY (And How Your Rudeness is Killing the Camper Code) Let’s talk about the footpath freelancers. The oblivious asphalt assassins. The Site-Seeing Savages who treat my carefully claimed patch of paradise – my tent, my camp chair, my sizzling steak – like it’s nothing more than a convenient shortcut to the damn bathrooms. You know who you are. You emerge from between the pines or stride confidently across the gravel, eyes fixed dead ahead or glued to your phone, boots crunching right past my morning coffee cup like you’re on some urgent, invisible mission. And the absolute, soul-crushing GALL of it? Not even a flicker of eye contact. Not the ghost of a nod. Nothing. It’s not about owning the dirt, Karen. It’s about the UNWRITTEN CODE! That sacred, unspoken camper covenant thicker than bug spray! A campsite, for however brief a time, is someone’s home. It’s where we shed the city skin, unwind, and ...