The quick border crossing gave us plenty of time to criss-cross the backroads of southern Ontario to find Yogi's Jellystone RV park. We had tried to get into the KOA near Bradford but were told that it was fully booked because of a DOG SHOW. We thought we'd been through hell in El Paso..... we couldn't even imagine camping in a field full of dogs!
Jellystone is one of the best kept secrets in the Toronto area. That's probably because they really don't want you to camp there. That's pretty obvious because the only sign for the place is posted on Hwy 400 as you are driving away from it. We were in the bush, no indications of where the park was when we saw a small little driveway with a huge red hump in the middle. Red must be their color because we also noticed 2 red-leaf bushes almost fully concealing a sign that read....."ston.....R" . We interpreted this to mean Jellystone RV. We drove up a long gravel road, hoping that we wouldn't end up in a gravel pit. We managed to find the registration desk and booked in at a whopping $81.00 per night! This is double and triple what any other parks charge.
So you would think that this would be a nice park, right? Wrong! The first thing was that they put the heavy picnic tables dead in the centre of the lot so you can't drive in. We had to ask for 2 men to come and remove it. The hook-ups were on the wrong side of the coach - electric and water on one side and sewer on the other - very inconvenient. Then off we went for a shower, which turned out to be down a very long, steep hill at the back of the main building. The other showers were not hooked up yet (considering summer started that day, it might be time to turn on the water, don't you think?). We asked for and were given a golf cart ride down to the showers and back, because there is no way we would have made it without getting hurt.
Off we went for a fantastic spaghetti and meat ball dinner at RRR's daughter's house where we had a wonderful time. Nui's sister made the trip from Orillia and the four of us women just talked and laughed all evening. Sharon's husband stayed in the corner fixing his fishing rods and then escaped to the bedroom early. To be fair, he had a fishing tournament the next day.
Heading back to Jellytone in the dark was another adventure. You would think that, for $81 a night, they could afford to light up their bushes and/or signs or even the corner of their driveway. Or maybe even just hang a balloon. Nope - it was pitch black and there was no way of seeing the entrance to the park. Fortunately, our trusty GPS told us we were there and we finally managed to spot the red hump in the middle of their driveway after driving by it 3 times.
Needless to say, we won't be going back and they are going to get a sharply worded letter from Nui.