Anyway, for the first trip we decided to drive to Hartman Creek State Park, a park 20 miles from home, but one we don't really care for. While there's maybe 5 excellent, secluded sites we prefer, and maybe 20 sites that are OK, the rest of the campground sites are way too open and close together. Too much like being in a Walmart parking lot, with a few more trees. Everyone I know, and most of the town goes to that one, and the likelihood of running into coworkers and people we know is too great in the middle of the summer.
The campground was basically empty and we got a great site:

This site has a split rail fence and a deep ravine behind it (no neighbors there!) and you couldn't see your neighbors from the sides. Not very level, seems to be going downhill both ways. Across the road was a campsite, with what sounded like a lot of kids, one of which wailed, ranted and apparently misbehaved until the sun went down. The toddlers kept running out into the street and we were waiting for the sound of screeching brakes at any minute. When my family went camping when I was a kid, I can remember my mom telling us we were to use our "quiet voices"----and she damn well meant it!