In the Twilight Zone....

I’m skipping here, but I gotta write about where we are staying this evening – a well, spooky campground in the far west end of the Yooper. It was 4:30pm Eastern, 3:30pm Central and we hadn’t made a reservation at an RV park or State Park or National Forest, which was unusual for us.  It was time.  We were driving along Route 41 heading West in the Yooper, when we were forced to do a detour to Route 2 and back up again.  We hoped to camp in Wisconsin, to get further West and closer to home, but it was not to be.  Looking at the AllStays app, I found a number of campgrounds between us and about 25 miles into Wisconsin.  The perfect location, in Mellen, Wisconsin “didn’t accept arrivals on Sundays.  Did you try Copper Creek?  No answer, I said”.  Another great location on Lake Superior responded with a utility message (“unable to complete your call”).  Two more phone numbers were not a campground, but the general number for their towns, Ironwood and Wakefield – so we couldn’t get through.  Several more campgrounds on the way to Mellen did not accept RVs… After completing the detour we headed back to Wakefield on Route 2 and then I found the icon for this campground.  Not sure why it didn’t show up before….  I called and they had room – in fact hardly anybody is here.  Nice green lawn, water and electric, plenty of room.  Just 3 RVs back in the trees.  We are out in the open, of course.  The office was interesting.  I’m thinking Bates Motel.  We pulled up to a small house and a door saying “OFFICE”.  A small sign said to push the buzzer for the bell before coming in, despite the fact that two small dogs barked their heads off when we approached – and I had called a few minutes before to say we were coming.  I pressed the button and tried to open the door – it was locked.  Finally someone answered – a small man, who was friendly but, well, I looked around and although the house looked bigger, it appeared that his workspace was a small desk, a twin-sized bed and lots of stuff.  Every inch of the walls were covered with framed pictures, newspaper articles and flyers.  There was a large trophy-looking thing behind the desk and next to a bouquet of pink mylar balloons saying “happy birthday”, happy mother’s day” and who knows what else.  There was no room to walk into or around this room.  The most normal aspect of this scene were the two shih tzus who announced our arrival.  Very friendly with lovely expressive faces – they took turns standing on the desk chair and putting their paws on the desk as if to say – “it’s really OK – how can I help?”

Where is everybody????

Anyway, we are set up in our site (Norman Bates guided us there in an ATV), drinking wine and hunkering down as a major storm moves through, rain, lightening, thunder.  Hope we make it out of here….