Tales From the RV Park is now a sporadically posted series. Yes, “sporadically posted” just like “Ten Things Tuesday” is a sporadically posted series when I remember it. Do you realize how hard it is to come up with ten related things for a post?

In the past, I’ve posted several stories about the goings-on at RV parks where I’ve camped. These stories are now grouped into the “Tales From the RV Park” category. Those are listed below, as well as an update on attention-getting Butt-Crack (aka “BC”), and a new resident nicknamed Studly. Someday, I plan to turn “Tales From the RV Park” into an e-book of the same title.

Disclaimer: These stories are fictitious, happened in nightmares, are hearsay, and/or are what others recounted to me. I am part Irish, so there is likely a good deal of exaggeration. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. There is no relation to persons living, dead, or in jail, even if you think so. In other words, don’t bother trying to sue me, and I have no money.

Some stories you may remember:

“Don’t make me get my gun out. Again” There is a slight problem with living and working at the same place. I learned that the hard way during my first workcamping gig in an RV park. Now I’m VERY cautious about mentioning the name or location of the park where I’m camped or workcamping. Thanks, No Boundaries Dude.

“In Loving Memory of Checkers…”  is a tribute to my first co-pilot, and about the kindness of rangers, one who built a beautiful box for Checkers to be buried in, and the other who let me bury her in the park.

“Naked people, RV issues, and Kitties (These things are not related.)” A collection of randomness, and some naked thrown in to make you want to read it. People want to have sex in parks. Apparently they aren’t terribly concerned about being naked in crowded public parks during the day.

And no one can forget “I see Butt-Crack…”, least of all me.

Update on BC: Butt-crack and his wife have relocated to another part of the park. I now have NO neighbors, except for an occasional weekender. This leaves me with an unobstructed view of water, trees, grass, and wildlife. There is no garbage cluttering my view, and the only crack I see is created at dawn by the sun and the horizon. It’s beautiful, truly beautiful. *happy sigh*

And now for the juicy stuff… At times, the RV park can be a bit like that-book-that-I-can’t-remember-the-name-of-but-was-written-a-while-ago where everyone in the town is sleeping with each other (Peyton Place, Lake Wobegon, 50 Shades of Gray, ?? – help me out here). This fluctuating group dynamic is created by the personalities of the long-term campers living in the RV park at any given time.

There is an area of the park where most of the other tenants are camped. With rare exception, those tenants are all men who work in the oilfield industry. Most of these men are married and their wives live far away. One or two of the men are usually single, but usually have a girlfriend – or three…

Studly Likes Threesomes

One particular resident was a rather good looking man in his late 20’s, a man with incredible strength. I once saw him lift a huge box with one hand – the same box the Fed-Ex guy had barely limped up the stairs with help of a hand-truck. Let’s call him Studly.

There was always a lot of drama around Studly: he never obeyed the park rules, he was always changing girlfriends, and often caused trouble with other tenants. Studly was never for want of a woman. Sometimes his girlfriends would “overlap”, and Studly would get in trouble with one of them, causing more drama at the park.

Once, Studly had two girlfriends at the same time. (There may have been a third at the same time, but that’s unconfirmed.) The two girlfriends not only knew about each other, but also both stayed the night with him – at the same time. Upon hearing what happened, Ranger Roscoe then began to call Studly his “hero”. (Yes, this was confirmed by another, reliable tenant.)

Stay tuned for more Tales From the RV Park when I tell you all about the escapades of Trailer Park Tush.