Not so very long ago, we stayed in one of those RV parks.
You know the type.
The age-restricted kind with so many rules that you quit reading after about the 5th one, and decide that just being a good person for the duration of your stay will probably cover most of them anyway?
When we checked in at this park, we received a packet that contained a list of 25 rules on an 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of paper, single spaced, small font, both sides. Rule 15, dealing with the laundry room, also had subsections a-f.
And there were a few additional rules on the park map.
And even more rules printed on signs scattered about the property.
And don’t get me started on the club house. Let’s just say that not everybody should be allowed access to a label maker, printer, or even paper and a Sharpie. Especially people of a certain age, with a lot of time on their hands.
(If you’re humming, “Do this. Don’t do that. Can’t you read the sign?” you’re not alone.)
So being possessed of a deliciously sideways sense of humor, I decided to have a little bit of fun during our stay in the Land of Many Rules.
OK, a lot of fun.
To be clear, I was not on a mission to break the rules. They’re there for a reason. I get it.
I just thought I could give those fine folks cause to come up with a few more they mmmaybe hadn’t thought of.
Attempt 10: Run with scissors!
Disclosure 1: Neither one of us is over 55. We were able to get a guest spot for a limited time.
Disclosure 2: Park name and location have been withheld to protect the… well… a park that’s really quite nice, and I know that it’s because of a lot of those rules. I’m pretty sure they can take a little ribbing, but just in case they can’t, I’ll keep their identity under wraps. We’d like to be able to stay there again.
Disclosure 3: Photos originally appeared on the author’s personal Facebook and Instagram accounts, and I give thanks to my partners in crime. They know who they are.
Due to highly compelling reasons*, we’ve broken the first rule of RV travel: park where it’s warm in the winter.
So for the next three weeks, we’re dealing with forecasts like this:
Tim’s dad to the rescue!
Normally when I refer to Rohrer & Son RV Repair, it’s Tim and one of our sons. Today, we go up a generation instead, to Doug Rohrer & Son! He and Tim bought, cut, and installed insulation between our plywood bed platform and our mattress, to help make it less drafty under there. Because Pacific Northwest cold is not a dry cold. It is soggy, and it seeps in through every crack, going straight to your bones, and making them shrivel in protest. We were stationed here for two winters, 2002-2004, and I swear they were the longest six years of my life. But I digress…
Happy and warm holidays to us!
* It’s the first Christmas season since losing our niece, Maddie, and we haven’t seen our older son since March, so western Washington felt like the right place to be for the holidays.