As we pulled into Ross Lake, it was easy to remember why this hidden gem had quickly become a favourite of ours. You are instantly removed from civilization and surrounded by the beauty of nature - huge trees providing walls of privacy. The boys were reluctant to return to A9 because of all the red ants, so we drove to site D and then C. My memory had served me correctly and these two sites were by reservation only. We did a quick tour of A and B. Finding the perfect spot is important. We pulled into a couple of spots, got out and walked around, but none of them felt right. Given that it wasn't very busy, we went back and found a nice spot in the C loop. The fun started as we tried to make reservation.
I tried to phone the 1-800 number and kept getting a message saying that the voice mail was full and couldn't take messages. I tried to go online with my phone, but was missing some of the apps needed. I guess that happens when you don't have an iPhone. Eventually I asked our camping neighbours, and they gave me another number to try. This one also had a voice mail telling me that the office was now closed for the day. Great. You'd think they'd want my money and make this easier. I'm sure there are some people who take advantage of this and just stay for free. The honour system doesn't always work.
We got an envelope to pay at the self-registration center; although, we were still reluctant given that it was technically a reserved spot. I called one of my friends and asked him to see if he could register online for us. After dealing with his own computer problems, he phoned back to say the spot was reserved. It seemed odd to me that he didn't ask for a credit card or give us a registration number, so I phoned him back. He looked deeper into the site and figured out that he needed to actually create an account and log in. Finally all was done - site paid and registration number received.
I went over to say hi to the camp ground hosts. They are so much a part of what create the welcoming experience the last time I was here with the boys alone. We caught up on my adventures and had a brief visit. I also met a mother who was there alone with her four kids. She even had twins, who I believe were under a year. People thought I was crazy going out camping alone with the boys. If I am not mistaken, her husband would join her on weekends.
Later that evening the hosts stopped by our site to meet Hubby and drop off some more firewood. The following evening they stopped by for a slightly longer visit. I made sure to get their email, so we can keep in touch. It turns out that the woman is a fellow Leo.
We spend a great deal of our time at the public beach. We played Marco-Polo and splashed around. We went out in the hosts' paddle boat, so nice of them to lend it to us. We went out ion our boat. It was great fun. The boys enjoyed being in charge of the paddle boat on their own, while Hubby and I floated around in the dingy. At one point we tried to switch boats, but I was very quickly reminded that I have no upper body strength what so ever. I couldn't pull myself into the paddle boat. Hubby tried to help me, but my silly boobs kept getting in the way, and contrary to what he kept asking me to do, women can't suck in their busts. I was able to pull down the side of the dingy, letting in some water, as I pulled myself back in.
I enjoyed watching the boys play out in the lake, as I sat on the shore playing in the sand. I had fun making more silly sand creations. I was even joined by a couple of young boys at the beach. I wish that we could have stayed longer, but am looking forward to going back again, hopefully next year.
I tried to phone the 1-800 number and kept getting a message saying that the voice mail was full and couldn't take messages. I tried to go online with my phone, but was missing some of the apps needed. I guess that happens when you don't have an iPhone. Eventually I asked our camping neighbours, and they gave me another number to try. This one also had a voice mail telling me that the office was now closed for the day. Great. You'd think they'd want my money and make this easier. I'm sure there are some people who take advantage of this and just stay for free. The honour system doesn't always work.
We got an envelope to pay at the self-registration center; although, we were still reluctant given that it was technically a reserved spot. I called one of my friends and asked him to see if he could register online for us. After dealing with his own computer problems, he phoned back to say the spot was reserved. It seemed odd to me that he didn't ask for a credit card or give us a registration number, so I phoned him back. He looked deeper into the site and figured out that he needed to actually create an account and log in. Finally all was done - site paid and registration number received.
I went over to say hi to the camp ground hosts. They are so much a part of what create the welcoming experience the last time I was here with the boys alone. We caught up on my adventures and had a brief visit. I also met a mother who was there alone with her four kids. She even had twins, who I believe were under a year. People thought I was crazy going out camping alone with the boys. If I am not mistaken, her husband would join her on weekends.
Later that evening the hosts stopped by our site to meet Hubby and drop off some more firewood. The following evening they stopped by for a slightly longer visit. I made sure to get their email, so we can keep in touch. It turns out that the woman is a fellow Leo.
We spend a great deal of our time at the public beach. We played Marco-Polo and splashed around. We went out in the hosts' paddle boat, so nice of them to lend it to us. We went out ion our boat. It was great fun. The boys enjoyed being in charge of the paddle boat on their own, while Hubby and I floated around in the dingy. At one point we tried to switch boats, but I was very quickly reminded that I have no upper body strength what so ever. I couldn't pull myself into the paddle boat. Hubby tried to help me, but my silly boobs kept getting in the way, and contrary to what he kept asking me to do, women can't suck in their busts. I was able to pull down the side of the dingy, letting in some water, as I pulled myself back in.
I enjoyed watching the boys play out in the lake, as I sat on the shore playing in the sand. I had fun making more silly sand creations. I was even joined by a couple of young boys at the beach. I wish that we could have stayed longer, but am looking forward to going back again, hopefully next year.
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