If you’re in a tent, keep looking!
Upon arrival at the site, we drove to the back. We thought that maybe the nice grassy area in the back was where we could pitch our tent.
Upon going into the store, I talked to the teenager who was working at the till, and thought maybe she knew we were coming and could set us in the correct direction.
She pointed to the spot immediately behind the store with what looks like a pad for an RV or camp trailer. The pad was next to a field of brown, dead, grass, that looked not even close to a place I would pitch a tent—except in an emergency.
After my wife was done going to the restroom, inside the store, I picked her up and proceeded to the hotel room I found in town.
I want a refund!