Our Stay in an RV Park in the Metropolis of Boise City, Oklahoma

Photo by Joel Holland 

Chet and I drove into Boise City, Oklahoma, population of 1,142, yesterday afternoon with plenty of time to nap and have a nice happy hour. However, finding a campground, which showed many on the google map, turned out to be difficult. There were only two in town, both tiny, and one was full.

Chet had to refuel, so at the gas station, he asked an attendant about other campgrounds in town and was told about two, one of which we had already seen — the tiny full one. The other was near the highway next to the Dairy Queen eatery.

We found it easily and were pleased that it looked shady and well kept with a small office building in front. But the door, which was locked, had a sign in the window with a phone number to call. Chet punched out the number on his phone, but that number had been disconnected. What to do?

There were two other RVs parked on the property, one that was hooked up to the utilities, so we figured they worked. We decided to park, hook up, and see if anyone showed up.

Because there was a pen with three dogs on the property, we figured someone would be by to take care of the critters, whom we could pay. So far nada, and it’s 8:00 a.m. the next morning.

Photo by Udita Budde

At the Dairy Queen, Chet had inquired about the ownership of the place but was told that the information they had had on their bulletin board was gone and they knew nothing more.

It was a very weird situation. Now, as we are preparing to leave to continue our journey, we don’t know what to do. Should we put money in an envelope, not knowing how much is enough, and shove it under the locked office door, or move on while waving thanks?