a year ago
This was the last straw for us. We’ve been coming to this campground for a few years and always book the same specific site—either 21 or 15—because maneuvering our 43-foot motorhome is incredibly difficult due to the layout. They’ve placed large boulders at the corners, and the trees are planted far too close to each site. This time, without any notice, we were moved to site 18. When we checked in, the front desk insisted that we had booked it ourselves—which we knew wasn’t true. Later, the camp host admitted the real reason: someone broke down, and they shuffled everyone around to accommodate it. Whoever handled the logistics should not be in charge of planning—five of us, long-time guests, have now decided to camp elsewhere going forward. Getting into site 18 was a nightmare. We had to drive across another site just to enter and exit, and even had to ask other guests to move so we wouldn’t hit anything. Tree branches were scraping our coach before we even put the slides out—we had to trim limbs ourselves just to avoid damage. To top it off, the dust situation was unbearable. I’ve been washing grime out of my hair daily, and our coach and car are covered. People—including staff—race down the roads and stir up clouds of dust. I went to the office to complain and was told it wasn’t staff—but I know the employee vehicles by now. When I pointed that out, they said, “Oh, that’s housekeeping.” So yes—it’s still staff. I’ve been waking up with sinus congestion worse than ever, and it’s clearly due to the dust. This place is not a resort—it’s an outpost at best. As my husband put it, “Let’s just call it what it is.” Do yourself a favor: avoid this place like the plague. There’s a fantastic, actual resort just 10 minutes away—Flaming Gorge Resort—that’s clean, quiet, and managed professionally. That’s where we’ll be from now on.
