my friend and I were outside of Seattle looking for a campground. we ended up finding an informal spot along a mountain road, off the highway, overhanging a river. there was another group of people there and they offered to share the site. in the middle of the night, we awoke to the sound of a big truck speeding up the road, with old rock & roll music blaring at the highest possible volume, masking the sound of a screaming woman. we could hear the truck going up, up, up the road though we knew from a previous attempt to drive up that a stream had cut through and washed out part of the road another mile or two up. my friend and i stayed up in our tents to determine if we needed to do anything. we never heard the truck turn around while we were awake and hightailed it out when the sun came up.