The story that motivated the blog

Well, the season is almost over and we were settling in to a nice quiet Friday check in. Only about 70% of the park was rented and we felt like we were going to have a quiet evening. S and I were relaxing and enjoying the quiet evening. I was talking with one of my guests when I watched a fifth wheel go down the wrong way into the park. I jumped on a golf cart and drove down to the site to stop the guest from pulling in the wrong direction. I sent him around the circle and stood by the site to guide him in. Now the problem with "guiding" them in is it is only as good as the driver listens and reacts.

Well he turned in short and got real close to trees that aren't meant to be close to, so I immediately stopped him before he did any damage to his camper and called for back up. I had one of our workampers come down with the sawsall (my favorite tool!) and we began our assault on the trees. Poor defenseless creatures that campers shy away from in fear of damage. Well, I climbed into the tree about 7 feet off the ground and began cutting away. I got through all of the offense branches except the one I was sitting on...when suddenly the branch I was sitting on gave way. Luckily the only thing I hit on the way down was my head. Now, after a few moments of pulling myself together, I got up and tried to pull myself together. It took a few moments, but eventually I got it. I sent the camper around again to get him coming in the correct direction. He took the turn way to close and S saw him and yelled for him to stop before he took out our entry sign. He turned around and I asked him on the way in if he needed help getting into the site. He told me no...the phone wrang and I answered it figuring he was fine. He had been to the site two times so I figured it was all ok. Well I was wrong.

While talking on the phone I heard a "cracking" sound. I thought, that weird, but finished up the call as my radio chimed "M - you better get down here". Well I drove down and my driver had pulled his fifth wheel into a tree on the left side of the site. His wife says to me as I am driving by "we got a hell of a mess here". I look up and the driver has peeled about 30 inches of the roof off his fifth wheel and it is now jammed against the tree. I again get my favorite tool (sawsall) and begin working on the offending branch. It is rather large, so I have to work it our down slowly, a piece at a time. It took a few minutes to get it all cut away from the camper. After removing the branch, my workamper and I install a quick patch of plastic and duct tape to allow the camper to stay without leaks. The weekend proceeded without incident, and I had to absent myself from the park for part of the day on Monday.

Monday arrives and my good driver is having problems. S backs him out of the site and gets him on his way out of the park, except that he only makes in about 20 yards before his fifth wheel comes off the hitch and down on the back of his truck. This is his third incident since arriving at my park. His fiver sat in the main entrance for over five hours waiting for a tow to take it to the dealer. S had to handle the situation since I was away which probably turned out to be a blessing since I would have undoubtly tried to help and probably created more problems for myself....and they wanted my insurance info since it was all my fault. Oh well, we will see how this one comes out.