Now there is Don Simmons: Campground Host.
With April's twins due at the end of June, Linda made plans to stay the summer nearby to their home in the St. Louis suburbs so she could be on call if needed. Of course she would be needed - twins require a minimum of four hands (and sometimes more).
She found a commercial campground for us to put the RV that was only about 12 miles away from the house. Meanwhile I started thinking that perhaps a state park would be nicer. It would be quieter with more shade and more privacy between the sites. The problem is that most public campgrounds have a two week limit on your stay.
Aha! I think I'll apply to become a campground host (there is just no off-switch on genius).
My application to host was a real shot in the dark. There are about 80 parks in Missouri and only two of them were close enough to April for us. Add in our very specific time frame and the probability of success was low. But then came a telephone call, and I was a campground host.
A host is the on-site face of the campground with some light duties around the campground. In return a host receives a campsite for the length of their hosting term. In other words, no two week limit! In most state and national campgrounds the campsite is also upgraded - in Missouri this means 50 amp electrical service (necessary with 2 air-conditioning units), water, and on-site sewer.
There are two hosts in our small park, so we share the time. Half the time I check in campers, empty trash cans in the park, check the toilet paper, and police the campsites after the campers have left. When the other host is on duty, my time is free - not really as Linda has me helping with the twins on those days.
So here I am, goodwill ambassador for a small Missouri State Park, having a ball, and seeing my new grandsons often. Life is good.
Robertsville is a small park that is often underutilized. Not so, this Labor Day Weekend. For the first time in quite a while, we are sold out. This is the fifth year Beverly and Steve have hosted at Robertsville, and they do not recall the No Vacancy sign ever having been out before. A busy weekend means lots of trash bags and toilet paper - and an occasional use of the plunger.