we became more tolerant and less selective about levels of washroom
cleanliness as our travels went on – as; in fact, we became less concerned
with our own presentation levels.
Almost all of the restrooms were combination toilets, sinks, and shower
cubicles - fortunately still divided into women and men's. The showers usually
had a separate small area for putting your clothes, divided from the shower by
a curtain and from the rest of the washroom by at least a curtain, or by a
locking door when we were lucky. Some restrooms were better than average,
for example a site near Mobile, Florida, had individual washrooms with toilet,
sink and shower. Others were decidedly below average - including one with a
'jailhouse' look in Baton Rouge.
Once we were checked in we did not have very much contact with site staff.
Actually, until we travelled into parts of America where it was peak RV season
we did not have a lot of interaction with staff even whilst checking in. Often
they would keep conversation to the bare minimum necessary for taking our
money.
The most extreme example of this was in the Deep South at the Cajun
Campground. We walked into the office and before we spoke the staff
member pushed a form at us and told us how much a night was. For all she
knew we could have just stopped for directions, or for the restroom - although
this was the 'jailhouse' camp so that was not likely.
Despite a general lack of talkativeness from staff, some real characters
stand out from the three months. First, on our third campsite there was the
stoned 'Dude' in Crescent City who knew nothing about our missing water