I love this green — almost chartreuse — that you almost only ever see in spring.

2016050411531715 2016050412011716 2016050412012017 2016050412012418Talk, talk, talk…

We’re starting to see a little traffic in the campground.  It’s typical of this campground — I suspect it’s typical of every campground — that people come just to check it out, as we do, when they are in the area, or looking for future camp sites.

Interacting with these folks are a good part of the fun of hosting.  You get to tell them all the neat things about the park, you get to ask a few questions about them.  If we’ve done our job right, when they return later in the season you greet them again, and they see you as a sort of long lost friend.  People remember when they are received with friendship and a smile!

Traffic will gradually pick up over the next couple weeks.  I’m sure by Memorial Day we’ll be full to the gills.  But even this weekend we are close to 3/4 booked.

I think that the chatting with campers and answering questions is without a doubt the part of this job I like most.  Cleaning the sites after campers leave is a little bit of Zen relaxation. You get into a little bit of a zone walking around with your litter picker looking for bits of trash;  it’s not exactly meditative, but close.  (Depending on whether we are trying to talk 1 campsite away from each other.)

One disadvantage to this campground is that some of the sites are on an incline.  Last night we had a camper arrive with a 37’ Class A and they were reserved in a site marked as being 44’ long.  However, we camped there in a 32’ Class A and we could never get level — it’s way uphill to the road and a tight turn to get into it.  I’m curious to see how they made out last night when they got in.

There are also sites that descend from the back of the site to the road — our first time here one couple with a long class A weren’t thinking when they leveled their coach and they raised all their jacks quite high.  So high that the rear wheels (the ones with the spring brakes) were off the ground.  They heard a funny creaking-squeal and realized that their single front jack had collapsed, (perhaps bent is a better word)  the whole unit moved forward about 4” and the jack was then damaged and un-retractable.  It took a day for them to find a tow truck that could come in and get them sorted out and out of the site.  Felt bad for them but you should never lower your jacks so far that you lose contact with the ground — that’s the only thing that keeps you safe and secure. (well, that applies if you have a coach with airbrakes.  that usually means a diesel engine but not 100% of the time.)

My dad used to be a quiet guy, he worked for Wisconsin Electric in a tiny cubicle monitoring a 14 story boiler.  When he was working he hardly spoke to anyone.  After retirement he discovered his voice and we teased each other that after retirement he’d talk with ANYONE.  These volunteer gigs are sort of like that for us.  Much of the time we might be solitary and quiet when it comes to other people — but now is the time when we put all that silence aside and talk till we’re hoarse.  By September we’ll be ready for more quiet. 🙂

Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.



4 thoughts on “Gabfest

    1. I like zones. 🙂

      I’ve always been one who had little or no concept of elapsed time. And I get to concentrating on what I’m doing and the world could end without me being aware. I love it when I get into a zone and am quite happy just letting the zone continue for as long as it does.
      Of course, with that frame of mind, when the zone ends I’m pretty much ready to go on to the next zone. Right THEN.

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    1. So far so good. We’re still enjoying our life here. Still not ASKING for more to do; what we have here is about right this time around — I think. Will let you know more in 4 more months.

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