So, picture this: We decided to be spontaneous and take a last-minute camping trip to Sunbanks Resort over Memorial Weekend. Now, we've been to Banks Lake before and always had a blast, but this time we thought we'd try out Sunbanks. Well, let's just say it was an adventure. We shelled out almost $300 for three nights to snag a fancy site with water access that allowed pets. Sounds great, right? Well, our site, T94, was nestled in between some cabins and other random spots like it was an afterthought. Thorn everywhere making for an exciting tiptoe act each time we walked up to the toilets. We joked that it felt like we were staying in Shrek's swamp. But hey, it wasn't terrible enough to ruin our trip. When we arrived we found that our site was missing a fire pit, but after a quick word, the staff magically conjured one up for us. Kudos to them, they were nice and helpful with every interaction we had with them! We rolled in on Friday night, excited for a fun-filled weekend. Little did we know, the campground turned into a karaoke battleground every night until midnight. Yep, you heard that right, midnight karaoke extravaganza. It felt like the entire campsite was belting out tunes, whether we wanted to hear them or not. And guess what? The karaoke madness continued on Saturday and Sunday too. Talk about an unexpected serenade! Now, I can't fully blame Sunbanks Resort for this, but they do play a part. You see, there's no curfew enforcement around here. So, we had rowdy groups on both sides of us, laughing, shouting, and getting wasted without a care in the world. This party went on until a delightful 1:30 am on our first night. Just as we finally dozed off, BAM! Some early bird campers decided to wake up at the ungodly hour of 5:30 am, making sure everyone was well-rested for the day. Lovely, right? Night two was a repeat of the previous night's noise fest. Loud, obnoxious neighbors, and all the shenanigans you can imagine. Then, at 1:30 am, our neighbors arrived in their boat, sporting gigantic spotlights that beamed right into our tent. When I politely asked them to move along, they responded with a symphony of verbal abuse. Ah, the sweet melodies of campground harmony! And, just for good measure, we were treated to another rude awakening at 5:30 am as another group decided to pack up and leave. By night three, we were beyond tired. This time, it was two groups of party animals. Drunk folks, blaring music, and laughter filled the air until a delightful 2:30 am. As if that weren't enough, some geniuses thought it would be a great idea to race around the campsite in their electric golf cart, screeching to a halt on the gravel until 2 am. At this point, I couldn't believe the audacity of these inconsiderate campers. And guess what? No noise curfew in sight! These weren't rowdy teenagers, mind you. No, we're talking about people in their 40s and 50s. Age is just a number, but apparently, it doesn't guarantee common sense. Needless to say, we returned home from our camping "adventure" utterly exhausted. Sure, we expected some sleep disturbance while roughing it in the great outdoors, but this was a whole new level of ridiculousness. In all our camping escapades, we've never encountered such chaos. It's a shame because Sunbanks Resort has potential. Maybe they should spruce up the place a bit given the prices, and for the love of all that's peaceful have someone keeping the rowdy guests in check!…