During my first time biking in France, a friendly family in Bretagne invited me in for supper and to then to sleep overnight in their small camp trailer right beside a good sized pond.
Lovely experience with the family but the umpteen hundreds of love crazed frogs in said pond were so loud, I too was pretty darn bagged the next day from the disrupted night.
I'm always amazed by how loud these little guys are.
an honorable mention must go out to the ubiquitous flapping tent door or fly during a gusty night--we've all been there, haven't we? When it's someone else's tent it's trickier, but even when it's our own tent on a hot night when you don't batten down the fly all the way to get better air flow, the flapping wakes you up, you don't want to wake up fully and get up, wind dies down, oh it will be fine now.....repeat....repeat... Until finally you say #!??!#*! and get up and properly fix it.
Last edited by djb; 04-24-22 at 05:54 AM.