Several (way several) years ago. Me, Sharon, and a couple of my friends decided to go camping at MillWood.
We loaded up the truck with EVERYTHING needed, and more, for a four night stay.
(Yes, the truck looked like Beverly Hillbillys...as did we).

We get there about dark thirty and are cruising the park looking for "just the right site"....and it's dark, so, we have to all get out and check out the interesting sites every few minutes.

We end up making a loop through the "RV section" which...is pretty packed with $100k + RV's.
Three older gents (mid 70's) stop us. Walk up to the window and ask what we are doing. We explain it to them with smiles on our faces and I feel we did a good job. (we were really nice, cheerfull, up beat, kind, and we all had our beers hidden).
"You all do realize you're in the "RV SECTION", Don't you?
"Yes sir, We are just looking for a campsite"
"That area would be over there (points way away) down on the other end of the park".
"Uhh, no sir, we have been down there and that is "primitive" camping. No power".
"Well, this is the "RV section" and you can't stay here".

Jody, in the back seat, always the wit of the bunch. Blurts out "Ain't it a little late for ya'll to be out this time of night?"
"No son, we're on patrol"
"You all work here?"
"No, This is the RV section and those are our RV's". "This section is for "RV's" ONLY".

So, we finally scrape the "RV patrol" off the side of the vehicle, see ONE open spot right in the smack dab middle of them. The view was WHITE and CHROME on three sides. BUT, We were all in agreement...WE FOUND THE PERFECT SITE.

Nobody is BETTER THAN US at any campsite...No matter how much their "tent" cost.

We woke up the next morning from the sound of diesel engines leaving..

The moral of this story? There is no moral, but, we can go camping anywhere and have something to talk about, and usually do. "THE RV SECTION"