Travels in a Tin Can

eateries - probably all run by members of the family owning the campsite. The
one occasion that springs to mind when we did not get given a map was in
Tucson, the night before we visited Tombstone. The campsite owner had
given us a discount because we were paying cash, but he then refused to
give us a map. The reason he gave was that the route to the plot was too
straightforward to need a map, but we think he was just trying to save money.
To be honest though, most of the maps looked the same and I already had a
carrier bag full of them, so I don’t think we suffered for the lack of it!
Most of the individual camping sites or plots were well labelled - usually
with the site number spray painted on the grey electrical boxes that we
hooked up to. Most sites were also well demarcated and, because we had a
small rig, we usually had lots of room to spare - enabling us to put more
distance between our van and our neighbours. The van had thin walls, and we
wanted to give ourselves, and our fellow travellers, some privacy.
Perhaps half of the plots we camped on were grass, the others being
bark and sometimes concrete blocks. Scenery wise, we generally had
uninterrupted views of the other campers (so much for that privacy I
mentioned). On occasion we were nestled in among trees - cosy unless your
water hose had been stolen - and two or three times we were beside water.
Three times the campsites were actually car parks - complete with spray
painted bays and pay and display machines...well, not really, but it is a nice
image. However, as long as we had hookups and at least a bit of distance
from the nearest campers we did not mind where we were.