Have a big rig? Well, don’t go here! Some places are just not big-rig friendly. Looking for an idyllic off-the-beaten-path campground in Trinidad, California, I found what looked like a little piece of floral heaven! Azalea Glen RV park sounded beautiful. The reviews were amazing. The enticement to drive just a bit out of the way was extreme. So I booked!
Nestled near the beautiful redwood forests, it was a charming little private campground. Their acceptance booking email said they would take payment when we arrived. How quaint in this day and age. They also mentioned that there was a sharp curve and a narrow bridge leading into the property.
How narrow is too narrow?
That sparked an immediate call to the campground. How narrow, how sharp? We are 40’ towing. Can we make it? Without a picture, I had visions of the I-35 bridge collapse. She replied that lots of big rigs make it in—no problem.
I warned my husband and after we finally found the turn to the campground we were immediately at a narrow, sharp right turn onto a narrow, narrow private “bridge” with wooden rails. He inched forward.
“STOP!” I screamed. I was watching the car in the backup camera inches from the wooden rails. He was watching the front driver’s corner on the wooden rails.
“DISCONNECT!” I screamed. Once disconnected, he very carefully and slowly retreated, straightened up and we made it over the bridge to the campground. There we were greeted by a profusion of flowers, vines, trees and gorgeous landscaping. It felt like a fairy garden.
He slowly backed up, moved forward and squeezed into our “pull-through” site. It was so beautiful. Amazingly pretty and lush. But no, this place was not for big rigs. There were several trailers, a couple full-time fifth wheels and numerous Class B’s there. Certainly not another Class A. The foliage and landscaping was impressive. They even had a rustic greenhouse.
Several times gardeners worked the grounds: deadheading spent flowers, trimming bushes and snipping errant vines. Our site was bordered on both sides by high ivy hedges and more delightful flowers.
“How did you get in here?”
As we were leaving the next day several people stopped us asking how did we ever get in? Our answer? Carefully. Veeerrry carefully.
Getting out proved much easier than getting in. And now we have another fireside story to share our adventures and a lesson learned.
Moral of the story? Check Google Earth BEFORE we get to the campground or a potential campground, not after. You should do the same.