Meeting Up with the Brundiges

 8-29-2021 - Sunday

Today was our day to move on, to meet Collins and Marilyn in Baraga, Michigan.  I got up fairly early and did the laundry, then when Joe got up we went into town for breakfast and a grocery stop.  While I was waiting for the laundry to finish, I shopped the office/gift shop a little.  I didn't buy anything but there were some pretty neat items that I liked.

First was a clock, which I had heard chiming.

This is a kitchen towel - I love the saying on it.

This little picture of a camper is made out of rocks.

I loved this blanket, and the saying.  It is probably too warm for Arizona, though.  I know Brenda would like it.

We like this campground and area so much that Joe went over and got information for monthly rentals, in case we would decide to come this way next year and spend a month or so.  Something to think about.

Check-out time was 12:00 and we barely made it.  We only had to drive 58 miles today, and we arrived at our casino campground in Baraga about 1:20.  There was a little process for checking in, which was pretty mickey-mouse.  We drove by the row of campsites, pulled into a parking spot and picked out number 10 for us, and 11 for Brundiges.  We went in to get registered.  The clerk said we had to go get parked in the campsite, then come tell her which one.  Joe said, "number 10."  She repeated that we had to go actually get parked in the campsite first, because otherwise, someone else might come and park in it while we were registering, then we would have to change everything.  Joe got pretty aggravated with her, but we drove back around to the RV, and I dropped him to "park" while I went back in to register.  She had also mentioned that check-in time wasn't until 3:00 and she had rooms to go check.  So when I got back, she was out checking rooms, so I just waited.  When she got back, I started the registration process and told her number 10.  She said someone was in number 10.  I said, no one was there, we were in it.  She looked again at her cards and said someone was registered there.  I repeated that no one was there and we were parked in number 10.  She walked over to the door and looked out to verify that we were the ones in number 10.  So she finally registered me and gave me a tag to put on the post.  

We barely got set up when I looked up to see Collins' RV out my front window.  I had parked the Jeep in their spot so no one else took it before they got here.  We hadn't expected them for 2-3 hours because they had a lot further to drive than we did, but here they were.  Marilyn ran into the same situation as far as registering.  She told the clerk number 11, and the clerk told her they had to go get parked, then come back to register.  Marilyn said, "if I told you our friends parked their Jeep in number 11 so no one else would park there, would that make a difference?"  The clerk grumbled a bit, said they don't usually do that, but finally agreed to let Marilyn register.  So they got situated, we visited, I fixed dinner for all of us, and we started playing cards.  

Suddenly, someone banged on our door.  I got up and went to the door, and this man said we were in his spot.  I told him no one was in this spot, so it was our spot.  He said he had been here for several days, and this is the second time that someone had taken his spot while he was gone.  He had left nothing in the spot, and there was no tag on the post.  But the clerk had said there was someone registered in number 10, so I wasn't sure what was going on.  So I told him we would move, then I headed over to the registration desk to sort the problem out.  Meanwhile, the guy parked on the other side of us suggested we ask him where his tag was because sometimes squatters come in and just take up a spot.   So Joe and Collins walked over to his pick-up (all he had was a pick-up with a camper shell on the back, no camper) and asked to see his tag.  Well, it must have gotten ugly because he marched into the registration desk and told the clerk someone was in his spot, that he had been there several days, that he was registered but someone had stolen his tag and the person at the registration desk would not give him another one.  The poor clerk told him to calm down, she was trying to figure out what was going on, she told him she had looked out and there was nothing in that spot.  He told her there was no rule that said he had to leave something in his spot.  He said these two guys had "jumped him."  It went on for a little while, finally I spoke up and said the guys had just asked for his tag.  Finally, the clerk called for a security guard and we all went out to the campground (which is just the back row of the parking lot, but has posts with electricity).  We ended up moving, and the guy walked off, then eventually came back and moved his pick-up into number 10.  So now we are in number 6, no longer next door to the Brundiges.  It was all a big mess.

We restarted our card game, and went on to visit and play cards for the remainder of the evening.  It was fun to be with Collins and Marilyn again, even if it is only for 2 nights.  They are heading east, to Indiana, and we are heading west.

Our drive today was very windy, for us and for the Brundiges.  It stayed pretty cool all day, but no rain.  I did take a couple pictures of Lake Superior just before we got into town.  

After all that excitement today, we were ready to go to bed!!