Whately, Massachusetts
Well, this place is a disaster!! As you enter White Birches Campground in Whately, Ma you are confronted with a narrow path and a small bridge that had Momma holding her breath as we crossed over. Would it hold us?
The manager lives on site and readily answered the cell number posted on the building. He brought out the paperwork as the building was treacherous to even think about entering...although the manager did go inside to retrieve the paperwork. He offered to write down our credit card number to pass along to the owner at her house or we could pay cash. Cash was a smart idea. Actually, turning around and departing might have been an even smarter move but we knew the rains were coming. We didn't have rain during our travels, but the storm was coming up behind us. Bob called as he was worried about us on the highway because he was tracking the storm that even took power out in the Albany area.
We received directions to our site in the open area and discovered our hook ups were on the door side. Huh??? And the 'gravel' site may have been gravel years ago, but that skinny, narrow area wasn't wide enough for us. We found a couple of boards left by the previous camper and relocated them under our wheels so we could be somewhat level and wouldn't settle in too deep as we tracked through the grass needing a trim.
As it turned out, having the power pole right outside our door turned out to be a good idea as we had power issues. We couldn't use the 50 amp we had paid extra for as it had a bad leg. The 30 amp had weak voltage so we had to reset it throughout our stay so having it close by was handy.
Momma and Dad had intentions of going to the Historic Deerfield Village but the rains interfered with plans. They stayed here and wollowed in the mud puddles with me.
I'm Chloe
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