It’s been some time since I last wrote in this space. For those of you who may have been disappointed or worried that I wasn’t writing, please forgive me. Now, let’s see if I can catch you up!
When last we met, Beth and I were staying in the Finger Lakes region of New York. Our first stop was an idyllic campground called Camp Elmbois outside of Hammondsport. The owners, Dave and Sheila, are a lovely couple who spend their off-time in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and the rest of the year running the campground.
Our plan was to spend one week at Camp Elmbois and then move to another site for the second week. With a bit of a heavy heart, we said goodbye to Dave and Sheila. I even said, “I wish we had booked the whole two weeks with you guys” as we headed north and east toward Savannah, NY.
Before I go on, allow me to point out that our next-door neighbors at Camp Elmbois told us that our next site had a sketchy history. They weren’t very specific, but the words “run-down” may have been offered.
“Maybe the new owners have changed things, but I don’t know…” said the husband. The wife just shook her head and said, “Good luck, though.”
We pulled into the new campground on a Saturday afternoon during their 4th of July weekend festivities. Our first view was a pool filled with kids and loud music being blared through a sound system. Obviously, there was a party going on.
Making our way to our site, we discovered that it wasn’t level, so we had to go back to the office, enlist their help at getting some wood and try a second time to bring the camper up on one side. Thanks to the help of one of the other residents, this was accomplished.
What never got properly leveled, however, was our mood. From the first moment we entered the campsite to the moment we left (3 days later), we knew that we had, indeed, made a mistake leaving Camp Elmbois.
Our oldest daughter, Helen, who used to sell cars (she’s now selling boats) has said, “there’s an ass for every seat,” which is true for campgrounds, too. Some people don’t mind the raucous environment we found at this camp. They actually love it! And some people don’t mind a site built next to a swamp because they are willing to spend their nights in a mosquito-proof tent or they drink enough alcohol to not give a crap. Or maybe we’re just too darn sensitive.
Whatever the case, Beth said, “I think it’s time to get out of here” and we were fortunate to be able to go back to Camp Elmbois and get our original site back.
In my next post, I’ll fill you in on some big news. Stay tuned!