Holiday Weekends are the bane of campgrounds everywhere. For some reason, there is always a group or individual that seems to think the holiday is an opportunity to go berserk with antics of destruction.
I never know how to prepare for that. I always start out with as much optimism as I can muster. I confess that every year it becomes harder to do. This year has been awful for camping. I was not booked solid for Memorial Day. That was good for travelers, since I could accommodate travelers.
I am not yet booked solid this weekend. Despite that, I still made 60 burger patties yesterday. 40 hotdogs of the Oscar Meyer variety are chillin' along with the burgers. Buns and condiments have been purchased, charcoal is at the ready. I bought more kites for kids to fly. Optimism.
I have a group of temporary workers here on a monthly basis. They were supposed to be finished with their job by Memorial Day. They are still here. Hasn't been a problem until now. One of the workers occupies a site that was booked last year. The nice man has agreed to pull his rig off for the weekend, since he will be going home anyway, but I will need to compensate him for his trouble.
The unrelenting rain has washed out many a weekend so far this year. The forecast promises a sunny Fourth of July. I have many a site still up for grabs and was thinking the weekend might prove to be a small, intimate affair. I could just freeze all the leftover burgers and dogs for another day.
Optimism has it's rewards, though. Remember all that rain? I am soggy, but no flooding here. Not true for all the campgrounds near rivers. They are so flooded, they have closed. Looks like I might just fill up after all.