We drive out of the campground to the front entrance from Westwood without any difficulty—which they do not let you do coming into the campground. We stop at the office and say goodbye, and throw our trash away, although Sally is not around. We’re on the road at 9:45 heading south. We stop for a MacDonald’s breakfast and then in Merrillville, Indiana for dog food and a Costco coffee and Perrier fix.
Heading south on I-65, I call my friend Dan who lives in Indianapolis and ask him if he is coming to join us at Camp BUCKWood which is about 40 minutes away. He says no but we should stop and see him at work, he is just off the expressway. We arrive around 3:30 and show him the rig, have a bite to eat and he takes us to show us his new townhouse he has just bought.
We’re back on the road about 5:30 and heading directly into downtown Indianapolis. We get south of Indy. Off the interstate and on the back roads we discover on many of these narrow roads the trees have not been trimmed to accommodate the height of the rig. At 50 MPH we notice the sound of slapping branches hitting the top of the rig. Just in the middle of a wide right turn a car is heading straight for me and I swerve right and realize, I’ve made a mistake the wheels of the rig are driving over huge rocks by the corner.
We suddenly are there and pulling into the narrow entrance, it is not horrible but they could trim some more trees to accommodate larger rigs coming through the entrance. We stop at the office and are greeted by Ben, who checks us in, telling us we have our pick of where we want to go hook-up. While we’re setting up we realize we’ve broken a light cover on the top right front of the rig (hitting those trees) and the steps are bent. We take a jack and a couple boards and push the steps back into place, so they operate more easily. A more permanent repair we will complete when we return home. Southern Indiana is not a place I would have anticipated causing damage to our rig.
A trip to Camping World the next day gets a new light cover for the rig and a quick stop at Wal-Mart gets our groceries. Steve has worn out another pair of sandals, so we head to Greenwood (Southern Indianapolis) Park Mall to buy a pair of Crocs, hoping those will not break so quickly for him.
On our return we head to the pool. We meet some nice guys and everyone is friendly. Most of them were on day passes. That evening there is a new arrival, a pop-up and they seem to keep to themselves for a couple days such that at night the place is empty.
There is no WiFi, but we do have cell service, although it is not great. Our phones work fine but the data connection was not good, so our internet connection is slow and again we are sharing. The connection is so slow, in fact, that while I am attempting to pay bills I give up. The security certificates would not load for the bank or credit card companies to authorize payments.
Talking to Ben about the campground, he wishes we were there for the weekend to see the crowds and activity taking place. We tell him that he has nothing to worry about. We actually are enjoying ourselves after the busy, active week at Campit. On a tour we find they have some very nice, large guest rooms in the Lodge (4 Seasons Lodge and Camp BUCKWood) with king size beds. They also have cabins with king size beds, futons, small lofts, refrigerators, microwaves and TV’s connected to satellite. They do provide breakfast and dinner for guests staying in the lodge, which also provides a nice public space. It appears they have 12 or 15 seasonal campsites from park models to tents set up.
Walking the dogs we discover there is a sling and a table with a padded top in the video room. They have a barn that smells kind of musty but apparently is used a great deal on weekends for parties. There is a huge metal structure that holds a sling there as well. That sling was off being repaired. The sexual energy at the pool and the video room and the advertised “Squirt” parties suggest that sex is available if you want it. The emails I receive from this place talking about the weekends past describe it as a sexual playground. Most of these campgrounds have strict policies about no public sex, but sex behind closed doors is as wild as you want it to be.
One night, since it is so quiet in the cg, we try out the sling in the video room. It is the first time in our lives to ever use one, at least consciously. It is different, fun and kind of erotic to be in a semi-public place. Neither of us have done that in some time or ever together.
Thursday once the clouds clear up we go back to the pool and return to find Gene, who we had met on Tuesday at the pool. He had returned on a day pass from his home in Indianapolis. We enjoyed talking to him and a couple of other men here on a day pass, finally meeting the other campers in the pop-up too.
We begin packing up to leave on Friday and begin to see the seasonal campers are arriving for a long weekend. One of the guys arrives in his Mercedes 500 SL and tells us, he’ll get the frozen drink mixer started and leave cups outside for us to help ourselves. He has the nicest mixer set up I’ve seen. They appear to be commercial mixers he sets up just outside his rig door and has a shelf with plastic cups. He is indeed very friendly and asks about our business, telling us we should stay for the weekend.
As we are leaving on Friday morning we stop by the office and introduce ourselves to Darrell and Cody. Thanking them for everything and letting them know we enjoyed our visit. Ben, Darrel’s partner had joined our website. They thanked us for the visit and asked us to come again.
We are heading to Timber Lake Campground, south of Fort Wayne, for my family reunion. My brother Mike and his wife Nancy are staying with us.
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