It's time to go somewhere. But my wife and I unsure of just where.
The truth is, we're not too keen on most of the big campgrounds we've seen, where trailers and monster-sized A's and fifth wheels are parked so close together its like a “tinominium” development. You know the places, where satellite dishes sprout like flowers and huge TVs – both in the RV's and outside, mounted on the sides – are blaring Sports Center, dogs are chained up and barking, beer-swilling guys in wife-beater T-shirts smoke cigars and packs of kids loudly run and roam from site to site.
Some of the parks look like a NASCAR infield, a sun baked field of dirt with traffic jams on the access roads.
I know, I know. Not all campgrounds are like that. But a lot are.
So as we think about heading out this weekend, we're confused.
I've spot checked a couple of the Michigan state parks and found most of the good sites are already reserved. That means whatever spot we reserve will have neighbors. And there's no telling what kind of neighbors whey will be.
I've seen ads for really nice luxury RV parks, but our 22-foot Roadtrek is too short, even though it probably cost more than some of those A's.
In the distant past, we've had bad experiences in campgrounds, as tenters, in a pop-up we used to own, even decades ago now, with our first RV, a 13-foot Shasta we once owned and used with three kids and a dog. On one occasion, we pulled out in the middle of the night because of noise and a loud group of pot-smoking partyiers.
So we're stalled now with what to do, where to go.
My feeling is, we need to set out and just try a few campgroumds. My wife would like more of a sure thing.
I've kind of marked out a 100-mile tour along the M-25 Lake Huron shoreline, from Port Huron, MI up through Caseville, at the tip of the Michigan thumb. There are three state parks on that route and a couple of county parks. Surely, we can find somewhere along that route.
I think I'll wait till I get a detailed weather forecast. If it looks good, I'll start arm twisting Jennifer.