From the moment we arrived it was just issue after issue. Directed to the wrong site initially that already had a camper on it, had to go around the whole park again to be able to get into our correct spot. Never received a key card for the gate or the wrist bands you’re supposedly suppose to wear while you’re there. They confiscate your kiln dried firewood even if you’re from in state. But proceeded to tell us it was okay to level the camper with the wood but not burn it (riddle me that one). Essentially, it’s their way to ensure that you HAVE to buy their extremely wet pine firewood. The sites have no grass at all, it’s just silky sand that flies everywhere. And if you’re extremely unfortunate like we were, you get parked near a seasonal camper who watches you from their windows all weekend and makes you feel like a hoodlum. We almost considered leaving less than 24 hours after arriving and cutting our loses- decided instead to make the best out of a no good situation.