Yes, three cool guys camping. Jake, Noah and me. The wonder, the magic, the marvels…the bug bites. Oh so many bug bites.

But we had fun. Really, a lot of fun. There was a pool and a 9 hole mini golf course. There was a decent playground and a bouncy house. Or jumpy house if you are Noah. There were a few families with kids, even one from Quebec so Jake and Noah could experiment with their cross-lingual communication skills.

Their cross-lingual skills need a lot of work.

Nevertheless, everyone said au revoir with a big smile on.

And the people were pretty darn nice. Whether they came in big RVs or towing pop-up campers, whether they were tent camping or renting a cabin, most everyone had a smile or a wave or a “how ya doin'” when they walked by. People got pretty quiet a good hour before the 10pm noise ban, and stayed that way until well after 8am.

And though there was a little bit of excess flesh here in there, it was in no way the “I need colon cleanser” Walmart shopper fest I have to admit I expected. Just nice, friendly, normal people. Maybe they wanted to save a few bucks on a hotel. Maybe they just like the outdoors.

Hell, I’ve slept on a lot of floors in my day and as long as it isn’t raining hard or too cold, I will take a sleeping bag on the ground in a tent in favor of berber over hardwood any day of the week. Seriously. Even if there are roots and rocks, you can always wriggle yourself into a pretty comfortable position.