As the designated Trip Planner, I had been feeling pretty smug about choosing awesome campgrounds so far. So I figured as we left Arkansas and moved on to Mississippi, I would expect nothing less!
The first campground we came to and where I thought we would stay, looked fine initially, but as we pulled in, we changed our minds about staying there. It was right along a busy highway and many of the sites weren’t maintained well at all. It was more of a full-time RV park and there wasn’t really much there for the kids.
Quick google check, and we were off to campground #2—about 1/2 hour away and the website looked oh-so-much better. A couple miles down this bumpy, deserted two lane road that ran next to some sort of power plant (nuclear plant for all we knew…) we probably should have turned back, but we were all ready to settle in, so we kept going.
This turned out to be the strangest campground I’ve ever seen. The little check-in office at the entrance gate was empty—closed? abandoned? We couldn’t tell. The whole front of the campground was enclosed in a barb-wire topped chain link fence. We drive on. NO ONE was in this very dilapidated campground, save one family Chad was convinced were the producers of a horror movie. They looked very friendly and waved energetically at us as we drove through to look at the sites. Every other site had a little “pond” created by recent rains, I guess, or maybe the adjacent Mississippi River overflowing its banks a bit. The whole place was just a bit creepy and so we made a democratic decision to move on (ignoring the kids’ votes of “Stay! Stay!” because there was a metal merry-go-round from the 60s that looked fun to them).
“Here’s a state park that’s only an hour a way” says the now sheepish Trip Planner, feverishly googling. So we drive on. Google didn’t mention that Mississippi puts speed bumps in the middle of their highways. LOTS of them. At least that’s what the giant cracks feel like from inside a motorhome. After the knife block went careening off the countertop and all the knives came flying out toward my parents and children sitting at the table, I was really praying everything would turn out ok. Our one hour turned into two (maybe more, I’ve already chosen to forget).
We did end up at a decent site in the state park. Chad managed to back in to the campsite, we got all settled, and he turns on the computer to work—next to no internet!! He can’t work without the internet! It was late, though, and we were all tired, so we ate supper and called it a night, anxious to move on in the morning. Although I almost lost my job over this one, there were no other willing candidates, except maybe an eight year old with an iPad, so I am still the Trip Planner.