So, we went camping this weekend. Our usual place doesn't open up until Memorial Day, so we found another place closer by. Their website was very nice and impressive. We invited friends along, and arrived Friday.
This was my face when we pulled in.
It was definitely much more "rustic" (haha) than I expected, and what their website lead me to believe.
We couldn't find the owner for a good 20 minutes. Finally he shows up and lets us in the office. His store is BARE. There was nothing there. When we asked for charcoal, he said, "Oh yeah, I don't have anything in here yet.
Ok, it was their first weekend open. But don't you want to make money? Throw some shit in there. Damn.
He then couldn't even find a pen for us to fill out our registration form. He handed my H a yellow highlighter. He also didn't give a crap about seeing my dog's rabies certificate, which is concerning for sure.
He didn't have a map to give us, and told us some cockamamie directions. We finally found the tent sites after driving all over the place.
The bathrooms did not flush. Thankfully we brought buckets with us that we filled up from the shower, and we used that water to force the toilets to flush.
Their clean, hot showers were neither clean nor hot. In fact, the water that came out of the shower was dark brown.
Totally not the campsite's fault, but holy fuck, the place had SO many bugs. I did this for 3 days. We all all types of bug spray and candles, and whatnot. It didn't work.
Saturday H's other friends showed up with their kid, who then decided he wanted to burn everything within reach, including his Jiffy Pop, which he waved around like a fucking torch while he parents just laughed. Awesome.
Sunday morning, I was all, Peace Out fuckers!
So yeah, that was my weekend. We did have fun, mostly when it was just us. And when I was drinking.