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Published: July 31st 2018
During the usual long, cold winter, about 6 months ago, I booked an RV and the insanely in demand campsites we would stay in. I did some serious research to find ones that would suit our needs and what kind of hoops I would have to jump through in order to book them. Millcreek wasn’t too bad. I called them early In the game, though it was a three night minimum and we only needed two. Sneakily, I booked three. Lelanau Campground had a four night minimum. Booked. Though, I felt guilty so I put a note on my request saying I only needed two if someone else wanted to other two. The last one, Muskegon State park was the one where the challenge began. I had to wait for exactly six months prior to the date of arrival to book the site....except...what you really need to do is book it two weeks prior to that and book it two weeks up to the end of the date you will be staying otherwise people will book the dates you want long before you ever give a thought to booking it. Then you wait two or more weeks to cancel the days
you don’t want (so I cancelled 12 days to get the two I wanted). Only a 10% cancelation fee which is nothing for a camp site. But don’t wait too long because the cancelation fee increases the closer you get. I also got an email recently stating that I could not scalp my campsite. Seriiously? This is a thing?
I spent the last week gathering the survival tools needed to live in the wild for a week. Its wild to us. We picked up the RV Saturday morning at 10 AM. I forgot to mention that during the weeek prior, while reviewing our plans, I double checked the RV reservation only to find my heart racing and my mind scrambling. $7000 a week to live in the wild? WTFF? (Double explicitive) He is going to kill me. Funny how fast your brain works when danger is is near. I quicky realized that this was the first quote they gave me with an accidental three week itinerary. She obviously doesn't know us. The worst part is that I had already gone through this panic once before. Dummy. So we went through the routine instructional wallk around, of which we only
remember half of. You know you are old when you start video recording what the guy is saying because we are in no denial that we won’t remember a thing. This camper is a good 3 feet longer and wider when opened. It has a slide out that widens when you are parked which is great for more floor space. We got it home and it took another 3 hours to load the beast. Whew. It is a lot of work even though I spent days planning, prepping and making lists.
Off we set out, dogs in tow this time. We were nervous about it but thought we’d give it a shot. The drive, as always, makes Mango anxious. He sat in our make shift captain’s chair between Paul and I for the first 3 hours before laying down for 30 seconds and sitting up, laying down, sitting up, laying down...you get it. Hershey is pretty carefree but she doesn’t like to feel left out if there is a lap to sit on in front and an open window is a treat. Mango finally started to relaxed when we arrived in Mackinac City at Millcreek Campground. Whoa, this campground
was rockin’. Scared me a little. It is big and it was crowded. Fortunately, my perfect reservation planning got us a campsite right on Lake Huron so it was private and beautiful. I was a little overwhelmed by the volume of campers until we got to ours. Mango’s head was spinning. Who’s that? What’s that? A dog! Another dog! Who’s that? What’s that smell? Did you hear that? It took him a bit to get his barings. Hershey? La-la-la-la.
We set up camp, cooked up some dogs (not our dogs) on the fire, ate with a view of the lake and bonfired until bed. Great start to the trip. Tomorrow, we hope to head to Mackinac for a bike ride.
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