This is my first impression of this RV park. It was the only Passport America park in Tonopah, and when we saw our toilet stuff filling up the pipe we knew it was time for an emergency dump.
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| When we got here there were no RVs. I had no idea where the 'park' was. |
Garmin took us down sketchy one-lane dirt roads with horrifyingly low wires. There were yards full of garbage, shells of ancient cars, and lots of miner-era buildings falling apart. My mom said, 'This is creepy,' through the walkie talkie.
We finally get to an open gravel lot with a sign that says Joy Land Rv Park. Except...where the heck is it? All I see is open dirt. Dogs barking draw my eye to an RV surrounded by chicken wire. Next to it I see electrical boxes spaced out on gravel with scrub-brush growing here and there.
Oh. So those are the spots.
I head for the only building. It's the laundry room/bathroom and it's locked. I'm starting to wish I had called first.
"Hello? Hello? Does anyone run this RV park?"
Eventually a man on a motorcycle pulls up to the RV with the dogs and tells me to pull in where ever I want. He says the owners come by 'sporadically' and will check me in when they do.
Well, I've got a dangerously full black tank and a back-log of laundry (I tried to keep up with it, but it got away from me.) I pull into the least scrubby spot and start my dump routine.
We are more unlevel here than we were at the boondock. -_-
Oh well. I call the number listed in Passport America and a man comes in a truck to check me in and give me the key to the bathroom.
I ask him where the trash is. He points to a black rubbermaid trash bin which is the same size as the one I had for my trash pickup every week in Pahrump. When I go to put our three bags of trash in the thing is already full. Well, I don't care. Getting rid of trash is mandatory at our RV stays. I pile it on top.
The ladies room is one toilet, sink, and shower. My mom goes first. There's no toilet paper and it's pretty dirty. Whatever. That's why you wear shower-shoes.
I bring our backlog of laundry to the two-washer laundry room and to my astonishment a Class A pulls up! It has a satellite on its roof that's even taller than mine. How the heck did it get under the wires?
Well, while they're checking in I claim the two washing machines. My thinking is that these are full-timers just like us doing the same thing we're doing and they have a pile of laundry too. Yeah. Sure enough. She comes in a little later asking if we're using both machines. Yes, we were.
One of the dryers has had the coin box stolen off it, so it no longer works. We hang half our clothes on the RV ladder and put the rest in the only available dryer.
So yeah. This is quite the dumpy little place. It gives us everything we need, though. We can handle it.
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