It is easy to get confused when trying to find this park. The exit ramp from the Interstate was abnormally long and the service road to the campground paralleled that exit. Between the exit ramp and the service road was the entrance ramp to the Interstate. The close proximity of these three roads made it easy to make a wrong turn that would have sent you miles down the Interstate.
Thankfully, the GPS made sure we turned on the right road. I couldn’t help but think of the pastor of our church who once said, “Wrong roads don’t lead to right places.”
This campground was along a small lake. The neighboring property appeared to be the regional administrative offices for a major church. The denomination appeared to be diligent about maintaining not only their property but the lake that was shared with the campground.
The lake |
It appeared to me that being next to the Interstate was good for business. Rosie, our 25 foot Airstream trailer, had plenty of company in the front section of the campground as it was almost full of “passing thru” campers.
Rosie in the campground |
The rest of the campground was filled with seasonal renters. Unlike many campgrounds with an abundance of shabby seasonal units, these appeared to be maintained.
I expected to hear the busy Interstate traffic noise and the sounds from the nearby train tracks, Neither turned out to be a problem.
Most private campgrounds have rules and we understand why. This park had lots and lots and lots of rules. For some reason, the person working the check-in area felt it was important to read and underline pertinent parts of their rules to us.
The rule he was most passionate about was the 8 mph speed limit. We had to sign a "document" acknowledging the 8 mph limit and attesting that we would tell everyone in our group about the speed limit. Suzy, our Yorkie dog, didn't appear to be impressed when we told her about the speed limit.
Most private campgrounds have rules and we understand why. This park had lots and lots and lots of rules. For some reason, the person working the check-in area felt it was important to read and underline pertinent parts of their rules to us.
The rule he was most passionate about was the 8 mph speed limit. We had to sign a "document" acknowledging the 8 mph limit and attesting that we would tell everyone in our group about the speed limit. Suzy, our Yorkie dog, didn't appear to be impressed when we told her about the speed limit.
Speed limit signs were everywhere |
Here are some specifics about this campground:
- Our site was a pull-thru
- Our site was paved with dirt and some gravel
- Our site was level
- Our site had 20, 30 and 50 amp electrical service
- Our site had a water connection
- Our site had a sewer connection
- There was a dump station in the campground
- The restroom and showers had about as much privacy as the ones I had during basic training in the Army. Individual stalls had "saloon" type doors without locks. People had to open them to see if the stall was occupied. I think the campground should do much better than the Army
- We were able to watch ABC, CBS and PBS using Rosie’s antenna. We also saw digital channels Court, Grit and LAFF
- AT&T placed three bars of 4G service for voice and data over our site
- The campground provided good WiFi service
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