This is long, but worth it: The location is great. Right on the water, quiet and cool, spacious sites. 5mph speed limit. Got it. We drove over the speed limit. Completely our fault and we own that. We were looking for our reserved site and not paying attention to the speedometer. Our error.(Keep in mind that we are pulling a travel trailer in a campground so I can’t imagine we were going over 8, but that does not matter one bit). We found our site(that we prepaid and were told to just pull in to) and were about to back in when, suddenly, Mr. Big Wheels came zooming straight for us. My husband rolls down the window(me, expecting him to say something along the lines of oh, our campsite is full and you need to check in first…), and dude quietly yells out‘There is a strict(pause…) 5mph speed limit…Posted all over(long pause, eyes fixed on my husband). My husband says nothing. Mr. Big Wheels just stares. My husband just stares. I then lean over and whisper‘okay.’ He pauses some more, then pedals away(okay so maybe he was in a four-wheeler) and we proceed to set up camp. Time passes. Lady walks up to site and‘jokingly’ says:‘Most people stop by the office when they get here!’ Then she goes on to tell him about the rules and policies and the strict 5mph speed limit(knowingly smiling as she says this part)… Hubby just listens and simply says oh okay, the guy I talked to this morning gave me the site number and said to just pull in. She immediately stops and says oh, he’s new. I’ll have a talk with him tomorrow. Poor guy. Anyway, come stay here, enjoy the beauty and peace, and ignore the rude management, childish behavior, and unwelcoming vibe. Or not. They do not care one single bit about guests anyway. Alternative interaction:“Hi, welcome to our campground. Is this your site, as we are full right now. It is, great. Once you get settled, could you come to the office and we’ll check you in. Also, we do have a strict 5mph speed limit here so just make sure you are keeping it under 5. Thank you.”