We were supposed to be in our house by now. In fact, we were supposed to be there in April, which has presented some unique lodging challenges. Campsites need to be reserved several months in advance if you hope to have a place to plant your RV. No worries, right? We like to cover our bases, so anticipating some possibility of construction delay, we had spots reserved through May 19th. We were foolishly optimistic, poor planners.
Well, here it is, June 3rd, and because we could not find other accommodations, we are stationed at a campground built in 1972 that is sort of like a seasonal trailer park. People reserve sites year round, build porches and erect Tiki Bars around their trailers. Most are tastefully designed, and the park is well maintained, but, well, at the end of the day it’s still a trailer park.
Our site is not level, we do not have full hookups, and the dump station is right next door. Ahh, nothing like the aroma of raw sewage wafting over your picnic table.
It’s less than ideal but I am grateful that we at least have a place to stay. We do not have a sewer hook up, and cannot easily dump our tanks. As a result, we are forced to use the bath house. It’s clean and has clearly been upgraded sine 1972 (perhaps in the 1990’s?) but it is as cold as a meat locker in that place! I cannot shower in there without my goosebumps having goosebumps. Is it too much to ask to take a warm shower every once in a while? We joined a gym that is 15 miles away because they advertised a fully stocked gym with cardio and strength training equipment, free weights, classes, and SHOWERS. Here’s the glitch. There are two showers. One is in the men’s room. One is in the ladies room. If I shower, none of the female clientele can pee. I’m new. I can’t afford to make enemies, so I rush through the process. No blow dryer. No cleanly shaven legs. I am probably sporting a unibrow since grooming has become an exercise in futility.
Why am I doing this????
Ever since I was a kid, we went camping, and many of our outdoor adventures included lake life. I was quickly captivated by the lure of the lake. I loved jumping off a dock, paddling a canoe, and fishing with my dad. The lake has always been my happy place. Retiring to my paradise seemed natural. I never expected so many bumps in the road. This drive to lakefront living is giving me whiplash.
It’s currently looking like we will be stuck in this crazy situation for another month. If you don’t laugh, you’ll cry. Sometimes there are genuine tears. I try to see the humor in all of this, but it’s been a difficult ordeal. I am SO ready to get settled in.