Back in May we reserved cabins for our 1st annual friends camping trip, then we slowly waited for the months to pass until we could all be together in the wilderness. Jenny and Sam weren’t able to make it due to a death in the family, and we really missed them.
We arrived to cloudy skies and the threat of rain. That didn’t stop us, we still went to the beach, wet our feet and grilled some food. The water was a beautiful aquamarine color, due to the limestone deposits suspended in the lake. It looked as gorgeous as the water in The Bahamas, and is actually known as the Carribbean of the Rockies.
We had such fun group bonding activities. We all played volleyball. The men played cards and did most of the cooking. The ladies built a fire and had girl talk.
Later in the afternoon the girls set off for the pool while the guys continued their card game. While we were there the creepy grounds keeper kept pacing back and forth watching us. When the guys finally arrived he was less than friendly. He was mad that we didn’t have our wrists bands on. I fully understand that yeah, we should’ve went and put our wrists bands on, but we were having too much fun at the moment. The guy came back upset and said he was sick of us not listening to him and that guests had complained about our profanity. He decided to kick us out. I’m super non-confrontational, so I was okay with it, but the more I thought about how ridiculous it was to kick us out because of our language I got upset. First, I know us, and we weren’t even drunk or as wild as we’ve been in the past. I think we were actually all very well behaved. We were camping for hell’s sake, some words are going to come out. I’m going to call it like I saw it, this guy and his guests felt threatened by such a large group of colored people. The hypocritical thing was I was getting mad at my husband for arguing with the guy, but not even two seconds later I went off on him. Like I said I don’t like fighting, but don’t ever challenge my race or my gender or I will attack your ass. We talked about how getting kicked out was bound to happen since quiet time was after 10 PM. I guarantee that we wouldn’t have met their “quiet” standards.
So the Bear Lake KOA turned out not to be the right setting for us. We packed up, got a refund and headed to Ogden. Everyone was invited to camp at our house.