Our campground luck has not been holding out too well. We left CT early because of a bad campground. We were looking forward to getting up here in Maine to Lake Pemaquid. Our luck didn't hold out.
The campground looked dated and worn, but I went into the office with high hopes. Those hopes started going downhill when I mentioned, several times, that we were a 43 ft rig and needed space to turn and from what I could see, their roads were not terribly wide. After assuring me that it would be fine and disagreeing on what route to bring us in, a worker got into the truck with me to be our guide. IN between her bites of ice cream, she led us down a very narrow turn that I didn't think Dave could make. He made it the first time. We had toi turn around and go back out because the office was deep inside the campground and our site was before one reached the office. A sign would have been nice.
Making the same turn again to the left, Dave didn't have enough room. He hit the door that houses our power cord reel, doing a lot of damage that we'll have to pay for. She finally showed us where our site was and took off to eat her ice cream. When I looked at the site number, it didn't match up to our paperwork. But I backed us in and Dave started hooking up. Sure enough, she comes back in her car and starts yelling at me that we're in the wrong site and will have to move. I tried to explain to her that the site she wanted us to go to would not fit us and she kept arguing. Dave finally blew his top and said we were leaving this hellhole.
I went back to the office and actually got all our money back. We agreed to spend the night because it was getting late and we needed to find a new campground. We found one, 25 minutes from here. We drove out and looked at it and the campground is wonderful and our site is even better.
So, lesson #1 learned: No more staying at campgrounds with dirt roads and dirt sites. Gravel or paved only. Our rig is so filthy from the CT mud that it won't wash off with a hose. We'll have to get on a ladder and use a scrub brush. It has never looked this filthy in all the time we've owned a rig. And the inside is just as bad. I laid down two bath mats to try and capture the mud, but it's going to take some scrubbing of floors to get it clean.
At least in our new campsite, we have a wooden deck and lots of grass, along with a pond and the requisite ducks.
Lesson #2: If it looks like we can't make it through the roads, we don't go. Period. We get our money back and go elsewhere.
Lesson #3: More research. More research. Google Earth.
The campground looked dated and worn, but I went into the office with high hopes. Those hopes started going downhill when I mentioned, several times, that we were a 43 ft rig and needed space to turn and from what I could see, their roads were not terribly wide. After assuring me that it would be fine and disagreeing on what route to bring us in, a worker got into the truck with me to be our guide. IN between her bites of ice cream, she led us down a very narrow turn that I didn't think Dave could make. He made it the first time. We had toi turn around and go back out because the office was deep inside the campground and our site was before one reached the office. A sign would have been nice.
Making the same turn again to the left, Dave didn't have enough room. He hit the door that houses our power cord reel, doing a lot of damage that we'll have to pay for. She finally showed us where our site was and took off to eat her ice cream. When I looked at the site number, it didn't match up to our paperwork. But I backed us in and Dave started hooking up. Sure enough, she comes back in her car and starts yelling at me that we're in the wrong site and will have to move. I tried to explain to her that the site she wanted us to go to would not fit us and she kept arguing. Dave finally blew his top and said we were leaving this hellhole.
I went back to the office and actually got all our money back. We agreed to spend the night because it was getting late and we needed to find a new campground. We found one, 25 minutes from here. We drove out and looked at it and the campground is wonderful and our site is even better.
So, lesson #1 learned: No more staying at campgrounds with dirt roads and dirt sites. Gravel or paved only. Our rig is so filthy from the CT mud that it won't wash off with a hose. We'll have to get on a ladder and use a scrub brush. It has never looked this filthy in all the time we've owned a rig. And the inside is just as bad. I laid down two bath mats to try and capture the mud, but it's going to take some scrubbing of floors to get it clean.
At least in our new campsite, we have a wooden deck and lots of grass, along with a pond and the requisite ducks.
Lesson #2: If it looks like we can't make it through the roads, we don't go. Period. We get our money back and go elsewhere.
Lesson #3: More research. More research. Google Earth.
