Manly Blog Update: “Jake Brake RV Resort” and “Musical Spots.”

Tale 1:  Musical Spots.

When in Seattle we usually stay at the KOA in Kent.  It’s huge and there are always spots available.  Well, almost always.  It seems there was (is) a HUGE NASCAR event in Seattle this weekend and the KOA is booked, solid.  We asked the Google to find us other RV Parks and he was of very little help.  All he suggested were nasty sounding when we looked at the reviews.  Finally we found the Gig Harbor RV Resort and they said that although they were booked up they would see what they could do and call us back.  An hour later they said we could come on in but they didn’t have a three-day spot available and we would have to move to a different spot each morning.  Having little choice we agreed.

On day one we backed about 50 feet into a large spot under some trees.  It was a nice spot bigger than we needed and the next morning (yesterday) we moved into a smaller, just vacated spot and a HUGE A unit took the large spot.  So far so good.  It makes sense because the A could not have fit into the smaller spot.  This morning however was an experience that could not have been scripted, even for a Hollywood comedy.

Think spots, 83, 85, and 86.  Remember those numbers.  We were in 86.  A small C rig was in 83.  Spot 85 was vacant.  We were supposed to move from 86 to 83.  Check out time is 11 AM.  Check in time is 12 Noon.

At 10:30 we were waiting in 86 for 83 to vacate when a rig very much like ours pulled in to 85 and asked when we were leaving as he was supposed to go into our 86 spot.  He was early and the rig in 83 showed no indication of starting to unhook.  About 15 minutes later a rig pulled up behind us in the road and said he was assigned spot 85.  So now we had 83 filled and not leaving, spot 85 being used for temporarily parking while waiting for 86 which was occupied by me, and 85’s hopeful occupant sitting in the roadway.  At exactly 11 AM 83 unhooked and pulled out.   I had already hooked up so I drove around the circle and pulled into 83.  The guy in 85 followed me around the circle heading for 86 as the guy in the road pulled into 85.  It looked like a merry-go-round without music.

You may ask, “Why didn’t you stay in 86, the next guy stay in 85, and the third guy just go into 83?”  Believe me, we all asked those questions, but the answer was, “The lady in the office speaks English as her second language and reasoning was not in her vocabulary yet.”  So we all gave up and did as we were told.  Sometimes surrender is the best option.

To be continued later, with the tale of “Jake Brake RV Park.”