One time when I was tent camping in Bass River State Park these three women in their 60's invited me to come have a glass of wine in their tent. Now I can handle camping alone in remote areas with bears, mountain lions, wolves, scorpions and poisonous snakes, but the thought of going into a tent with three drunk women who's ages add up to 190 was probably the scariest thing I've ever experienced in the woods.
I've spent hundreds of nights in the woods on backpacking trips and I prefer to camp for the night in a remote area, rather than a campsite. When I hiked the AT I never stayed at a designated campsite that was within a few miles of a road on Friday or Saturday night because there was a good possibility there would be people partying there who would keep me awake half the night and maybe even want to mess with me after they got good and drunk.