Aquirre Springs Campground

At the entrance there is a guest sign in book. When I signed in I left this in the comment section: WOW. First morning I wake up in site 13 at 8 o'clock in the morning, sure as feces, some jerk fires up the generator. Camp host came by personally to inspect my receipt tab from the pay envelope to be sure I had paid for these two nights I have been here so far. He estimated this Easter holiday weekend would get very busy and possibly a ruckus. We will see Saturday morning: by 8 AM the kids were screaming and crying, the dogs were yapping, the Latin music was being played loud enough for all your neighbors to hear, generator was running, busiest traffic I've seen since I got here. Basically this local group of families has created chaos and noise pollution enough to ruin the whole area for everybody else. Pitiful. I had to get out of there and go for a drive to… Anywhere! The upper loop is supposed to be roomier than the lower route but cars were parked in every available parking spot that wasn't reserved with many cars partially even up to half the length of the vehicle in the roadway proper. I came across such a bottleneck and there was a very nice looking little sports car recently washed and waxed fairly new with a very young couple leaning on the side of it. I stopped expecting the young man to move his little car. He waved me on. I thought if he thinks this 3500 will fit… So I inched forward and he started motioning my front bumper should go further from his car. So I looked out my drivers window and I was right on top of the rocks on the left side of this partially blocked one lane road. I continued forward. I heard a little crunching. I thought I saw a look of horror on the young ladies face and I thought too late now. So I continued forward. I got out of the park as quickly as I could and I went to find someplace else to spend the night. I went back the next morning. Easter Sunday– and the situation had gotten worse, extremely worse. There were kids running all through the campsites. Every picnic table was heaped high with food, Every other pick up truck had a barbecue or a smoker in the back. Parking was worse. The noise from the cacophony of various flavors of Mexican music was very loud. I left with two nights left on my reservation. I might go back, but not on the weekend or. This campground has been given to the locals of Las Cruces.