Dianne and I scored hard-to-get reservations for a full-hookup spot at Cheyenne Mountain State Park in Colorado Springs. It seems someone had the spot reserved for the weekend, but suddenly cancelled after one day. I went online at just the right time and was able to reserve it. We had two nights, three days at the base of Cheyenne Mountain, home of NORAD’s big nuke-proof mountain cave and alleged target for a North Korean missile.
It’s a back-in site, which meant we got a little practice at backing in straight and on target. Of course, we had an audience. It seems that everyone else in the campground loop, about a half-dozen units, were having lunch at the neighboring site. And presumably watching.
After about 10 minutes of trying, we made it. It’s straight and close to the water/electric hookups. It looks like a pro did it. Best of all, I think the neighbors ignored us.
Side to side, the concrete pad we parked on was dead level. We had the top up in 90 seconds. Chocks placed. Unhooked the car. Front-to-back leveling took another minute or two. Jacks down. Water and electricity hooked up. Gray water line and tank connected. Car unloaded and stuff moved in. About 15 minutes after arriving, we were at home. If we were tent camping, we wouldn’t even have had the car emptied and tent unpacked yet.
After a bite of lunch, it was time to explore the neighborhood. Across from us in the campground circle was a couple with a Trail-Manor lift-up trailer. We chatted with them for an hour or so and got a tour of their unit. Much bigger and fancier, but definitely more complicated to put up and take down. It’s a matter of compromises.
We continued around the campground, visiting the other circles. In the last one we discovered our neighbors who own a motor home. I’m not sure who was more surprised.
One of the nice things I’ve always found about campgrounds is how friendly everyone is. People talk to each other. With a friendly hello, one can meet locals as well as other travelers. You don’t get that in a motel.