You gotta know when to hold 'em...know when to fold 'em...

Know when to walk away, and know when to run!  That's our RV in the photo, parked right by the covered hot tub we just enjoyed.  The latest information on our Colossal job [from an employee of the park]:  The maintenance manager is supposedly an alcoholic, along with his wife and brother, who are also on the payroll.  There is not a penny for improvement, due to mismanagement, it would seem, but we were told the manager has been tucking money into his own pocket.  Were any of these allegations true?  [Stay tuned.]  Martie kept saying there was no money, but we'd seen all kinds of people taking the cave tour and buying things in the park.  We believe Martie.  She is a kind, gracious, noble person...completely dedicated to the park.  So why is there no money for maintenance?

We needed to get away.  A week had gone by and our host site was still not accessible, so we needed to go somewhere to empty our tanks and fill up with water.   We decided to explore Benson, Arizona.  We checked out our competition, Kartchner Caverns State Park.  Then we checked out RV parks, thinking we might need to live in one if we didn't have a hosting job.  These pictures are of Chochise Terrace RV Resort from our site, #256.  We parked next to the camp host.  They usually make the best neighbors.  Below is our host, and his dutiful dog.

Business had seriously dropped off.  Competition is huge among the parks,  We paid $33.41 for the night...but there were less expensive places down the road.  But this is the only park far enough away from the railroad tracks to sleep undisturbed.

We thoroughly checked out a co-op with very individualized lots, like the one above (which is for sale).  We heard hosts complaining in this park--that either the management liked you or not.  If not, it was a tough haul. 

The co-op is considered boondocking because it's only $5 to dry camp on the above section.  It's like a Walmart parking lot...except you can join in on the planned activities.  Check this place out at SKP Saguaro.  You do have to join Escapees to get this price, though... we discovered after parking and starting to enjoy the park.   Ah, well.  We found out some fellow RVers settled in at Benson on 5 fenced acres with a like-new 2,000+ sf home with a wrap-around porch and a garage complete with workshop....for...get ready.... $111,000. 

No S&Bs, please.... I just want to be FREE....to run like a wild horse.     Thank you.

Our Job at Colossal Cave Mountain Park

We are still excited about our new job, even though they aren't ready for us...after a month??  So we were left waiting...and adrift.   Justin and Li (the doctor friends) fed us a delightful dinner, including the most flavorful and varied salad I'd ever had.  Since I think of a vegetable salad as dessert...it was the best treat possible for me.  They had about 5 acres that came with their gorgeous mountaintop home, and they invited us to park there overnight.

Their home is next to a preserve, and protective zoning has changed, so they will remain the only home at the top.  There were javelina and deer tracks among the cacti, so I hoped for visitors.

This is the sunrise the next morning.  Do Arizona skies behave like this often?

The Schmidt's home is steel frame with hay bale insulation--brilliant considering the climate... with no heating or air conditioning required.  The side of the home facing Tucson has a glass-walled family room with a grand piano and large, peaceful spaces that invite meditation.  The "official" family portrait is shown below...a fascinating holographic image.  It's the actual family that anyone would find ultimately fascinating...and gracious.  Tucson is so fortunate to have them!

Justin and Li told us the story of how they met in China and eventually married (in Tucson).  It was clear they should write a book.  We were so spellbound we missed church!

Can you tell we love Li and Justin?  We could stay forever, but on Monday we had an appointment with Martie and the park maintenance manager to figure out just what our duties would be.  This pic of the host site can be enlarged to see the nature of the road.  This is the only good section.  We learned in our meeting there were 3 maintenance people, but no work had been done.  The person who was to bring a grader in was "busy" and he'd need Martie to buy him a new blade, anyway  ???  Why would you have to buy a blade before renting equipment??

We had to wait some more, so I decided to unwrap this great gift of nature.  The canyon we were parked in led up to a wild campground called La Selvilla.  The road to it had been washed out, but instead of fixing it, they had posted signs directing you to drive up the dry river bed.  I picked up trash as I walked and threw bigger rocks out of the "road" just to feel useful.  I discovered the Arizona Trail crossing the campground and followed it for a while, delighting in the rock formations and plants it led me to. 

The next day we found La Posta Quemade Ranch, which is run separately, but Martie gets a percentage.  We saw two full wagons departing the ranch in the rain with the happiest passengers you'd could imagine.  They were all older, but as giddy as little kids getting a pony for a birthday.

I think I'm giddy, too, having always been horse crazy.  Living in a park with a real, working ranch was going to be great!  But what about getting busy with camp hosting?  There's signs posted (BIG ones) saying you can only camp one night.  Martie was not aware of that.  The bathrooms needed cleaning, but one of the maintenance people, Skip, said the boss told him there wasn't any money for cleaner.  ??

What me worry?  No, we just went on a tour of this dry maze cave they call Colossal.  I had already read so much about the cave that I'm sure I could have given the tour myself.  In fact I was so enamored by the Indian and robber history of the area as well as the flora and fauna that I was consuming information wholesale.

Meanwhile...no likelihood of the roads being fixed...and Bill, an arachnid researcher working in the cave, informed us of many things that were less than satisfactory in the operation of the cave...including a maintenance team "that did nothing".  I said I'd start working on the road if I could get a shovel and a wheel barrow, as I'd found a pile of road base...but that just brought chuckles.  We may be dry camping for quite a while, just dreaming of FHUs on those cold Arizona desert nights. 

P.S.  Dr. Bill Savary is not only the wild cave tour guide, but a good friend of Justin Schmidt (Bob's friend).  As a herpetologist, he has been allowed to go into the park's pristine caves and has discovered new species of critters.  These caves are so delicate they are even closed to researchers now.  You may contact Bill through tucsonherpsociety.org or if you'd like to know more about reptiles, email him at:  bsavary@mindspring.com

How NOT to get a Job; Allatoona Lake, 4 Job Openings

The Army Corp of Engineers runs wonderful campgrounds.  We've heard so much good about them that we applied for camp hosting positions near Atlanta, Georgia, at a lake held behind Allatoona Dam.  A ranger accidentally forwarded a letter from a couple who applied for the same positions.  We stand by our advice that you give yourself the best chance of being chosen by selling yourself based on specific skills or aptitudes you have that fit the job requirements.  It's not about what you want, but about what the park or campground needs.  Simply answer the question:  "How are you going to solve their problem(s)?  So what's wrong with the following letter (sent from the applicants i-phone)?

To: Bjornson, Virginia E SAM
Subject: Lake allatoona app.

I would like to apply for the summer positions.
I'm just retired 62 and my wife is 59 she is a RN current in Georgia We have
a 5th wheel and would like to use it and still be close to home.

Best regards, Ed

The usual problems a park might have are:  sub-standard restrooms, not enough positive contact with guests (answering questions, solving problems) and all kinds of maintenance issues.  In the above letter nothing is said about how this couple will benefit the park, but their own needs are addressed:  "We have invested in a rig and want to use it, but don't want to drive very far."
Along with the 4 job offers we received from Ranger Virginia (Ginger) Bjornson at Allatoona Lake, we received pages of regulations and duties for hosts.  Requirements include:  mandatory 7 hour shifts in the gatehouse, with 4 days on and 4 off.  This is besides all of the normal camp host duties of cleaning and regulating the campground and day use area.   Both of the hosts must be in the park during weekends, no exceptions...which means no church.   They only use couples, which means a minimum of 50+ hours a week...in return for a place to park.

What are the perks? Warm Georgia weather and hospitality, a cheap baseball cap and name tag..…no uniform, not even a shirt, and no reimbursement for propane or the use of your personal vehicle.  You are, after all, a volunteer.  If you are treated well, you could have the time of your life.  But how do you know that ...unless you spend the money and time to actually go to a job site and try it out?  It will cost you a 6-month commitment to find out.

P.S.  We received these US Army Corp of Engineer job offers while we were on our family vacation, discovering Baja California.  We'd already accepted a position in Arizona camp hosting at Colossal Cave Mountain Park.

Getting a Job at a County Park Campground

We re-visited E. G. Simmons County Park...where we had lived with our 6 children when we first came to Florida in 1984.  We had a tiny old trailer then that had only one small bed, one canvas tent and no money, but it was the happiest time of our lives.  I had just finished painting our 100-year-old home in Pennsylvania inside/outside (after burning off all of the paint and almost burning the house down).  I crocheted curtains (including the two below) refinished all of the honey-colored interior oak trim and mantle, and stripped the ancient archival layers of wall paper (the toughest job of all).  We were forced to sell this architectural wonder due to no income and no way to heat the enormous 3-story structure....other than gathering sticks in the street (for real).   The kids had croup, so we just drove south and found refuge in Florida parks.  

I tried to take a photo of each of the places where our children played long ago...as I could still seem to hear their giggles in the breeze.  I was clicking away when I was surprised by a flock of "pterodactyls" flying overhead.  Memory jog!  Our son, Nathan, had hit the ground as soon as he first left the safety of our old station wagon upon our arrival in 1984.  Why?  Bob had yelled "Pterodactyls!" as a flock of giant blue herons flew closely overhead!  Below is the much-changed 2011 beach and playground, but the picnic pavilion where our youngest was "married" (at age 3) to another young camper is much the same.

 The sites look the same as back then (new RV, excepted) and we still get around by bike, and coon tracks are everywhere, and the rangers are still extra friendly. 

E.G. Simmons Park Marina

We found out that Volunteer camphosting in county RV parks is an excellent way to live in some of the most beautiful places in the United States with a free site and utilities in exchange for a few hours of work.   Not only are you providing a valuable community service, you benefit financially as well.  The rangers treat the hosts like "they walk on water"...and their only duty is usually just to clean their assigned restroom.  At E.G. Simmons there were 5 hosting couples.  As always, the best way to find a job is to actually camp where you'd like to work, talk with the hosts and the volunteer coordinator to see if you like what you hear about the job, and then if you are interested....ask if they need help.  If they are "full up" then still leave a card or an application in case something comes open...and it often does.  Hosts usually commit so far in advance to a job, that there is enough time for life circumstances to change their ability to host at an agreed on time.

So what are the general requirements for county camp hosts?  Hosts need to be outgoing and love meeting new people..... able to deal positively with different kinds of people and understand the limits of their authority and responsibility. (You are only supposed to inform the public, not enforce rules.)  They should have strong camping experience, familiarity with the county parks and a knowledge of the area surrounding the campgrounds (or are willing to do what it takes to gain such knowledge).  Hosts provide their own camping unit, which can even be a tent...if you are that tough.    Go for it!

Camp Hosting isn't All Work

The job of camp hosting in state parks usually only requires 3 or 4  days of duty....for a total of 20 hours a week...maybe 24 max.  So the obviously nice benefit is your freedom to roam.  We took advantage and explored Juniper Springs for a day.   The Chateau has claimed site #9 in the "Tropical Loop".  It's a mystical and foggy morning.  We can't remember Florida being more humid or more still.

A wondrous trail starts at our site.

There are small springs everywhere, so this jungly path soon crosses a bridge.

The signs warn that you are about to become gator bait, and you'd better not fight back...because this is a national reserve and everything in it is protected.

Who can resist a boardwalk into the wilds?  Just ahead, under the bridge, is a large pool of green water.  What's that about?

A peek into the pool from the bridge shows "boiling" sand that looks very much like the mud pots that bubble away in Yellowstone Park. 

I turned around and about lost my breath....  What an unusual series of dreamy pools.  They were riddled with sand boils.  How fascinating! 

 The oak branches growing over one pool were almost too tempting.  They were plenty big enough to walk on...and perfect as a platform to jump from into the warm water.  How exotic! 

I just kept taking pictures because it was so surreal...isolated...peaceful.  There was no one else around...no sound but that of moving water and wildlife.

I decided to follow the boardwalk along the spring run to its source.

And here it is...Juniper Springs!  Bob jumped in with his clothes on.  That's how irresistable it was.  He was floating face down looking into the spring just like he was a glass-bottomed boat.  I knew he was harkening back to his childhood, which was filled with joyful days splashing, diving, and exploring in the stream behind his home in State College, Pennsylvania. 

Bob swam around and around, so I went to explore the rest of the area.  He was totally alone in his own "Blue Lagoon".  I returned after the sun had set...and he was still paddling around, marveling at his "best experience of the year so far".  So what's so special about perfectly clear, warm water surrounded by bright green ferns and well-done CCC rock work?  Come see for yourself!

Got the Volunteer Job

Mae & Grandma (Red Marshmallows)
ready for Church in Ocala

Sunday we went to church at the Spanish Branch in Ocala.  Why not?  Our weekend fire-bugs are all fluent  en Español .  We got so hungry working our brains to understand everything that was going on in the meeting that we stopped to eat.  Good thing, as we were served up the BEST Mexican food I'd ever had.  Give me more!  The horchata had real Cinnamon and ground almonds added to the rice beverage, and the tacos were seasoned perfectly.  Viva Mexico!  

The day kept getting better, because when we returned Dan Johnson, the host we are replacing, had the good news that all we had to do was fill out the paper application for the file, and we could start.  The job is only until the end of the month, but how fun!  We get to stay!  (Good thing, since I said I'd never leave.) 

It was so sad after the kids packed up their tents and left.  The only cure was to go on a canoe ride the next day.  Bob was up for the adventure and pedaled the mile to the Ranger Station to check out the paddles and life preservers for the half-mile trek to the river.  We were amazed at the natural beauty we encountered.  Bright yellow and purply-pink flowers painted the river banks, as did bumpy-backed gators.  The last one we spotted was the biggest alligator I'd ever seen in Florida.  He didn't look real.  Bob wacked the water with his paddle to splash water on him, and oh, yah...his growl was real enough to get us out of there.   

We found a band of playful rhesus monkeys.  They didn't mind us floating alongside to greet them.  Not even the moms with babies seemed nervous.  Three of them hung in the branches over us and were swinging in a way I thought they'd fall in the boat!  I'd recently been reminded about the woman who had her face torn off by a monkey, and the thought actually made me nervous, so Bob moved near a group who were posing by sitting together on a log grooming each other. 

The Cormorants put on a full-length show.  Three of them fought over a fish that was quickly swallowed by the rightful owner, making a huge bulge in his neck.  It was certainly evident why they are called snake birds, but I mistook one that was swimming under the water as a gator. 

We paddled up to Silver Springs and it was unnerving to see all of way to the bottom through the ultra-clear water.  The boil keeps it free from sea grass, so the bigger fish enjoy drifting about unencumbered.  Gar and bass of a "Wow" size abounded.  We didn't need a glass-bottomed boat to see everything.  Mah-velous!