While I try to keep it all upbeat, I have to admit something to you, dear readers: we are freaking tired lately. This job is kicking our butts. And, considering how energetic we are, it’s really saying something to admit that we’re getting worn down.
<Start whining/rant> The campground we’re in is understaffed. Four days out of the week, there is only one couple working to take care of 4 bathrooms and shower houses, and the campers in 132 campsites. Every day, at least 40 sites leave and they all have to be cleaned for new reservations coming in within a few hours. We cover bathroom breaks and lunches for the ladies in the kiosk, and coordinate incoming deliveries of supplies like TP and firewood. We empty recycling bins constantly. (Public Service reminder: diapers are *not* recyclable!) In the evenings, we cruise in the golf cart, selling firewood and “doing compliance”–making sure folks aren’t doing stupid or dangerous things, and keeping an eye out for any problems with large or rowdy groups. On the days that we are the solo couple, we keep a log of the bathrooms, and what we did, and where. It becomes such a blur of cleaning and stocking that we won’t remember the last place we were working, and we have to refer to the log to be sure.
We are so rushed that we find ourselves feeling angry at the campers, upset that they are slowing us down with problems and questions. It’s hard to remember that they are the reason we are here, and we wouldn’t have jobs if the customer’s weren’t coming here.
It’s especially frustrating to live where we work. We aren’t really ever “off”. Last week, we sat out at a fire on our day off, and we had about 10 people come by over the course of an hour, to buy firewood, to ask questions, or to complain about an issue. If we were feeling good, we wouldn’t mind, but when we’re already so tired, it just felt like intrusion after intrusion. <End whining/rant>
We needed a break. We deserved a honeymoon! And thanks to an excellent suggestion from Dave and Max, we got both this weekend. (Dave is so wise–I was lamenting that we just wanted to be at home, but not be bothered. “Um, your house *is* on wheels, you know!”, he said, “You can be at home somewhere else!”.
We headed north, to Holcomb Valley Campground, only 5 miles away, but in a different universe. There is no internet or cell service, no running water, and damn few people. It was the perfect place to go as an undercover hideout.
The road there is mostly dirt, pretty rough, but doable in the RV if you go slow. I’m not quite sure why there are small sections of pavement, or why signs are needed to alert you to its presence.
The campground is very small, surrounded by high meadow and mountains. The sites are tiny, designed for cars, but we managed to find a quiet corner and wedge ourselves in.
The best part was the view: just trees and mountains, and no people.
We did….absolutely nothing. We took lots of fun food, and yes, some adult beverages. We had a fire, and roasted hot dogs, and just got to sit there and watch the flames without any interruptions. We went to bed early, slept in late, and did more of the same the next day.
I did rouse myself away from my e-reader to put up a display of the best wedding present ever: a huge envelope of cards and gifts from my former co-workers at the Grandview Library. We had a ball opening all the cards, and I had a huge smile as well as tears as I read them all. I worked with such a great crew, and I miss them all!
Even Soupy got in on the vacation action, enjoying the woodpeckers that were landing on the tree right behind the RV.
It was precisely what we needed. I don’t know that we will head to that campground again because of the rough road, but we will probably plan another getaway in August. I pulled back in to our campground feeling much more congenial, centered, and calm. And when a camper was at our door just a few minutes later, I was able to say “what can I help you with?”, rather than “AAAAARGH!”