RV parks and moving on

It has come time for us to move on from the friend’s property where we’ve been at for the last 90 days.  All good things must come to an end, and now we’re in search of an RV park.  Unfortunately, we’re realizing something.

RV parks seem to come in extremes.  They can be incredibly expensive with wonderful amenities, they might look “just fine” without so many amenities, but turn out to be ruled by a reincarnated Hitler, or they are dumps that are apparently rather like a vending machine…you put in your money and hope for the best.  We looked at some today.  One looked a lot like a vacant parking lot with utility posts…and very crowded.  That didn’t look real appealing, and we never did figure out where the “office” is either.  What looked like it MIGHT be an office turned out to be a receptacle for unused or recycled building supplies…just dumped inside the door-less building.  Interesting…if you aren’t looking for a place to live.

We found one that looked promising, if it didn’t cost over $900 per month to park your RV there.  I’m sorry, but I don’t want to live in my tin can with my neighbors at arm’s length.  I wasn’t looking for twin swimming pools, a clubhouse, and a restaurant on site either.  So, scratching that one off of the list, we moved on.

Our next investigation turned out to be a wild goose chase.  We drove..and drove…and drove…and got way back in the bayou somewhere…and drove some more…and never did find anything that looked like an “RV park.”  We also suspected that an amenity we needed to have access to (cable internet) would not be available.

Another park had some interesting points in their reviews…like refusing to rent to anyone who is not married and a ban on alcohol.  GM & I aren’t legally married, and while the ban on alcohol isn’t of much concern to us, it did indicate a fundamentalist bent that could be problematic.  Considering the type of radio show I do, and the titles of the books from potential guests…anyone who caught a glimpse of our bookshelf could take a very negative view of our tastes in reading material.  It didn’t sound like it was a good option for us, so we had crossed it off of the list for now.

We weren’t thrilled with the remaining option.  The owner/manager obviously disliked dogs and made no bones about sharing that point of view with us.  Sissy, as a Feist, has a knack for the yap…and was going to make her presence known.  Reddog, with her appearance, seems to cause people to either assume she’s a large teddy bear or a voracious man eating monster.  The price also seemed high, the amenities few, and the manager wasn’t exactly Mr. Goodhumor either.  We did note there was a public laundromat just down the road, and it wasn’t far to a branch of our bank and a small grocery store either, which if Sissy didn’t get us kicked out the first month, might be useful.

The park, by some standards, may have appeared run down.  For a full timer, it appeared more like they were moderately liberal about their policies about what you had on the exterior of your RV or travel trailer, which is not true about all parks.  Some parks don’t even want a barbeque grill outside of the RV itself.  For those of us who are cramped for space, sometimes it is a relief to move items outside, but at the same time, I understand not wanting spaces to look like there is a flea market in progress.

Another option is a negotiation in progress, you might say, trading labor & maintenance, along with a small fee, for space for the trailer.  The location isn’t quite ideal, but does offer the most important amenity-we can get cable internet there.  It also offers the necessities such as power, water, and a septic system we can tie into.  Being able to use our bathroom will be so nice!  It also has no neighbors, which means Sissy’s woo-woo-yap routine won’t be irritating anyone else.

Obviously, we’re hoping to escape the rv park routine for a period of time yet.  We genuinely like peace and quiet, as well as the country.  In the case of the non-park solution, it’s definitely country–it’s over 20 miles to any town!  Looking on the bright side of that, it should provide ample uninterrupted time for working, and maybe I’ll stop procrastinating!


About giascott

Writer, blogger, cook, grandmother, mother, wife, radio personality, outdoor enthusiast, dog enthusiast, crafter, artist, and part-time nut~~I've earned a lot of t-shirts in my day! I'm one of those crazy independent women who can cut down a tree, build you a shed, sew you a dress, cook your dinner, make some soap, pitch a tent, build a fire, catch some fish, dig in the garden, chase a kid or two, write you a poem, paint you a picture, and a dozen other things...just don't ask me to sing! I'm also embarking on a relatively new portion of my life, one of being disabled. I'm learning some lessons along the way about a lot of things too.
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