Some campers are staying until Tuesday. Okay by me. They are usually busy with their own thing and don't bother me at all. Some leave on Sunday and most leave on Monday.
Sunday proved to be the most confusing day of the weekend. Shortly after noon I checked in some tent campers for just one night. This always baffles me. If I were to tent camp (and that is never happening), it would not be for just one night. You spend the afternoon setting up and maybe have a campfire and eat dinner. Then you sleep and get up in the morning and have everything to take down. How is that relaxing?
The forecast for this weekend was not at all inviting for camping in a tent. We were lucky that the storms held off as long as they did. Probably about the time that tent set up, the storm hit with a vengeance. The winds were blowing small bits of gravel in the air and the clouds were rumbling. I was outside trying to sanitize the bathrooms and replace paper product. Had to attack the chore piecemeal, as people kept coming up to use them. I finished the last swipe of the mop as the rain started hitting the ground.
I felt bad for those tent campers and hoped their shelter didn't get blown away. Inside I continued answering endless calls. I had some travelers checking in. I sent the first one to a site I thought was empty. It was marked to be empty on my chart, but the camper decided to stay another day. So, the camper I sent to 27 called me and I told them to take 31. I was busy checking the reservation for 33 and another camper was pulling in. 33 called to tell me that their site was occupied, This was because 27 who was supposed to go to 31 went to 33. So, I told 33 to take 15 because I knew it was empty. But 33 decided to take 31, so that the camper that was right behind them could not take 31 after I sent them there. Stay with me, it gets even more confusing. I sent 31 to 15.
The night before I had told a camper that I knew I had site 15 for the next evening, as it was a one night stay for the previous occupier. I was indisposed when that camper came in and HeWho said he would take care of it. As he was getting up to go register them I told him to put them in 24, knowing that 15 was occupied. Forget the fact that I had explained all this to HeWho alternates between telling me he can't hear me and I am talking too loud. The lady camper told him that she had talked to me the night before and I had told her that I knew 15 would be open. So, despite the fact that I had told him to put them in 24 in my clear, distinct, proper enunciating voice he sent them to 15. Why, you might be asking? "because she said you told her 15 and I figured you knew what you were doing"
"I do know what I am doing and the last thing I said to you was to put them on 24." Said his wife. HeWho replied with, "Oh, I didn't hear you." With a deep ever suffering sigh, he activated the lift thingie on his chair and donned his tennis shoes, never saying where he was off to. He went out to find the misdirected campers who called me, like anybody with a sound mind would and I sent them to 24 and texted the deaf one to return to his chair.
And, this is why I answer the phone and take the reservations and dispatch the campers to sites. It works well until someone fails to follow my directions.