7-22-09 Wednesday (NonMusical Chairs)

I didn’t sleep very well at John and Tonia’s.  We should have picked the guest room with the larger bed.  Jim hogged the bed and Dasher decided to stretch out coupled with me getting hot flashes.  Hot flashes?  I don’t know either.  I’ll call them hot flashes because Jim was comfortable so it was “just me”.

We got onto the road late.  Well, there’s a surprise for ya.  Jim wanted Waffle House; the GPS guided us to a non-existent location.  We had Long John Silver’s instead.  The clerk’s polo shirt said “management team” and she had the personality of a hush puppy.  I said thank you.  She said nothing.  Things like that.  It was 12:15 and that place was alarmingly dead.  Maybe the food, maybe the economy, maybe the bitch behind the counter?  I wanted to jerk her aside and remind her that there might just be a ton of other people who would be happy to have her job.  They were out of napkins, I told another woman who was smiling, apologized and looked like a manager.  I held my tongue.

We made it home, unpacked the crap we retrieved from John and Tonia’s and then Jim went to work on swapping the RV’s passenger (my) chair.  A few months ago, Dasher was kind enough to dig at the chair and damage it.  Why yes, he can be destructive, thanks for asking.  Our remedy was to use carpet runner upside down and put it on places we don’t want the pets.  Most carpet runner has sharp plastic spikes to grip into the carpet.  While they’re not sharp enough to draw blood, they are mighty uncomfortable.  The damage was already done though, so Jim replaced my chair with the extra one we had in storage.  We can’t have anything nice.

After starting some laundry and other chores, we headed to the pool for a late afternoon dip.  The pool is salt water.  On Monday it was cloudy and smelled a little too much like sea water.  I voiced my opinion outloud and was told by an annual site resident that the owner’s seem to let the place go when it’s not the weekend.  Well, hello, I’m paying to be here during the week.  Anyway, the pool was worse today.  Algae on the steps, cloudy and bugs floating through out.  I took the cover off the hot tub and about died from the stench.  I used the toilet before leaving the pool area and saw that the toilet seat had the same piece of crap (I know, gross) on the seat as it did from Saturday.  Glad I only had to pee.

I went to the owner’s house and knocked on the door.  John, a Lumberjack’s Camping Resort owner, answered.  I apologized for bothering him, told him about the pool and hot tub, but was quickly dismissed with “thanks, I’ll check it out” and the door closed.  I didn’t even get to tell him about the toilet.

There’s a lot of other things that are bothering me about what I thought was paradise.  I may have to do full Lumberjack’s campground review.   For right now, I’m going to enjoy myself.

Here’s some photo’s from the campground:

Above/Below: Our coach.

 

Above/below: An annual site that the owner has made beautiful.

  

Above: A permanent site.  A nice looking mobile home on it with a lake view.

 

Above: A quadraplex cabin rental.

 

Above/Below: Awesome package for sale.

 

It’s late evening and I’ve been told the pool and/or hot tub is being cleaned.  I’m happy they’re taking care of it and even more thrilled that it’s tonight so that if they replace the hot tub water, it will be ready (hot) for tomorrow.  I’m still disappointed that the owner’s or the staff haven’t remedied the problem over the last couple of days.  I hate to be the one to complain.