Our first and last foray into private camping accommodations---more appropriately titled Bromley-Heath KOA.
Of course we pretty much guaranteed ourselves the absolute WORST of the 327 "campsites"---parking spaces would be more accurate,not that you could park your car AND your camper in the allotted real estate---by showing up with neither full body ink, nor a wardrobe featuring the Harley Davidson collection exclusively.
Mark didn't help our cause either, by not toting along some motorized toy to spend all day tinkering with, dressed in motorcycle boots and the above mentioned HD shorts. (No shirt required,the better to display ones tats and ample girth. Some of these guys stomachs were bigger than our campsite.)
This place also featured its own on site bar. I slipped in for last call (Mark and Gordon were in the trailer attempting to will themselves elsewhere in their minds) and witnessed a near riot. The patrons released their frustration at this horrific event by hurling themselves fully dressed into the swimming pool, which also closes at 10pm, before trundling off to their cheek by jowl (literally) 5th wheels and calling it a day.
Mark and I figured out that this place is hauling in over thirty thousand dollars a DAY. "Your dog's gonna LOVE it here!" gushed the guy who took our $85 for the night. Um...no, I don't think so.
Sounds like a real classy place. This is the kind of place that Jack Kerouac could write great stuff about. In fact, you write great stuff about it!
ReplyDeleteDoes the $30,000 include the profits from the bar, or just the daily campsite, I mean parking space, fee? Time to come home my Northern campers.
ReplyDeleteNot to brag, but while I was in the bar I managed to leave my initials atop every trivia game on the machine. And I'm not all that trivia-riffic.
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