Our first mistake was trying to tent camp at an RV resort. My wife had never been tent camping before, and I thought staying somewhere with bathrooms and showers would help ease her into it. I assumed we’d have a grassy pad near some trees—not the case. We were placed on a gravel lot under a basic sunshade, which felt more like a middle school playground than a campsite.
Still, we tried to make the best of it… until the night before the Fourth of July.
A new group from Texas showed up and were partying hard—blasting music, drinking, playing cornhole, and being loud and obnoxious well past 10:30–11:00 PM. I politely asked them to quiet down as my wife and I were planning to get up early for a hike. They said they would—but didn’t. I went over again, this time more firmly, and was met with posturing and aggression like they wanted to start a fight.
I called the number provided for after-hours assistance. No answer.
Around 12:30 AM, we gave up, packed up our tent, and drove into Montrose to get a hotel. The next day, I spoke with management and requested a refund for the night we didn’t stay. They were very kind and understanding, but ultimately, no one was available when we actually needed help.
It’s probably a decent place if you have a trailer or RV. But if you’re tent camping—look elsewhere. Not worth the hassle.