Canal Bridge Campground

I am torn between 3 stars and 4 stars. The owner Paul took over this campground two years ago and really is trying hard to not have a party campground. He mentioned several times on the phone that quiet is at 10pm. He even said it again at check in. That was exactly what we were looking for.
Unlike the other viewer we found the campground just fine and I have found most campgrounds hard to navigate at night so we try to arrive during the daylight hours.
The site was pretty nice size wise and I thought a fair price. When we checked in Paul handed us a roll of TP as they have had probls with people clogging up the toilets. I can understand that.
So the first night we are up til about midnight around the fire talking quietly. We notice that the folks behind us are getting louder and louder. We shout a few be quiets but they go unnoticed. Finally at 2:30 am I phone the manager who does not answer. The drunks go to sleep finally around 3:30 am. I hunt down Paul the next morning and tell him what happened. He apologizes and offers us a refund and assures us tonight will be different.
So around midnight the next night Paul comes over with a flashlight and says hello and assures us that he is on patrol. All is well until around 2am and the drunks start up again. The only diff tonight is that there is no spanish music playing. I text Paul but in his trailer with the ac on I doubt he can hear me. Finally at about 3am I get out of my tent and walk over and well go ballistic on them. Sleep deprivation must be a big trigger for me. I am normally the most non confrontational person. I was so upset after going over there it took me another 2 hours to get to sleep. At least my anger made my body temp higher (it was 45 degrees!)
I find Paul the next day and he can’t believe they did this again and he is going to boot them out (though they were prob leaving Sunday anyway) and he is moving us to a river view site. Paul also hands us a coupon for free 3 nights of camping.
As we are up packing up that morning for the move the rude neighbors feel the need to blast their stereo as they are packing. Rude doesn’t describe this group.
Our new site is awesome, we have normal neighbors and that night we get to sleep!
Paul and his family are a great group of people and I feel that they will get this campground to be a great place.
Re the bathrooms. Cold showers are free, hot showers are $ 2 and you need to find someone to turn that part on I think. I think all in all the sites were very nice and its a no frills campground which is what I wanted.
The river was nice and I only saw people rafting or kayaking down it and all were well behaved. On a weekend night I am not sure how quiet the river sites would be as the campground across the river is wild from what I hear.
I am looking forward to going back again and I really do feel that Paul and his family will get this campground turned around.

Sorry guys-​this is going to be a long one.
When my friends told me we were going camping on the Saco for one of our friends birthdays, I’ll admit, I was annoyed. It’s been a long time since I desired to get smashed while floating down a river with hundreds of other people. Actually, that was never on my wish list to begin with! But, I love to camp and love to spend time with my friends so I decided to suck it up and not be such a priss about it.
J and I couldn’t get out of work early on Friday and started the drive around 7pm. We would have been there sooner but there was a ton of underage drinking busts going on at the campgrounds up the road and honestly, the cruiser lights blinded us so badly that we never saw the campground sign and drove several extra miles before we realized we must have passed it. We finally found it but no thanks to the Canal Bridge Campground owners. They should really put a light on the sign.
We pull in to the campground and are unable to drive to our site because there is yet another underage bust going on. I am blinded by a cop car whose headlights are shining directly into my face. john and I wait as patiently as we can and finally an officer comes up to our car, turns off his lights and lets us go through. By the time we are driving through the campground looking for our friends and site in the «family» section, it’s about 11pm. The road through the campground isn’t very clearly marked, at least at night. I had a really difficult time figuring out whether I was on a road or driving through people’s sites. I ended up trying to turn my car around at one point because we thought we had gone the wrong way. Next thing you know, there is a guy wearing a headlamp blocking us from driving any farther. Without introducing himself as the owner (as he should have), he snarls at us that it’s awfully late to be driving around the campground. I explain to him why we’re driving around in circles in the dark and tell him we’re trying to find our site. After a small inquisition, he finally tells us what direction our friends are in but then makes sure to yell at us again to keep the «noise level down».
We find our site and our friends, set up our tent and chat quietly with out friends for a bit. I notice that the sites are crazy close together. They’re so close that I ask my friends where I should park because it looks like the group next to us was also parked on our site. Around 1am, a friend went to use the women’s bathroom and finds it locked. That’s kind of weird. It wasn’t locked earlier (but there wasn’t any toilet paper).
We’re awoken around 6am by drunks who are eager drunks who were at the next campsite over. I swear, I have never heard so many coolers being packed for such a long time. They must have had a never ending supply of ice! Then some girl starts screaming that my car is blocking her in and she wants to go to the store and she can’t believe we’re still sleeping! I would have never parked at the opening to MY paid for camping site (expensive by the way, $ 29 a night per couple) if I thought I would need to move it at 6am. If the sites weren’t so close together, there would be less confusion about whose site is where. Luckily the dumb drunk girl found a way to get her car out on her own site. Good thing because I wasn’t coming out of the tent unless it was to punch her.
Finally decide to get up and hit the ladies room. Well, lucky for me, it’s unlocked but hmmm, they still haven’t restocked the toilet paper. Not a big deal since I always bring some and hey, it happens with camping, I’m sure they’ll restock later in the weekend. Nope, there was no sign of TP or any bathroom cleaning the entire weekend. Why bother having toilet paper dispensers at all?
One good thing is that our site had a small path that led directly to the campground’s private beach so we had easy access to go swimming. There were plenty of drunk canoe’ers floating by and most of the time it wasn’t too crazy. There were a few party-​raft boats that took up the entire width of the river and were throwing trash in the river which was annoying but most of the kids floating by weren’t causing any trouble. We actually had the river to ourselves for a while which was nice. It was the perfect temp for swimming, even if it was just a little shallow.
Went to take a shower after swimming all day (because I was covered head to toe in sand) and oh surprise, no hot water. Ice cold shower. I know, most people don’t even shower when camping but If I go to a campground that says they have showers, I expect the shower to be hot.
I had fun with my friends and being able to swim after a short walk is nice but overall, I was completely unimpressed by this place. It’s okay for obnoxious drunk people to be loud at 6am (at our «family site») but me driving into the campground at 11pm is a huge deal. I have no interest in camping here again.