This campground was Larry and Sue’s go-to overnight between Dawson Creek and Ft. Nelson. Last time we had stayed at Charlie Lake Provincial Park as we hadn’t stayed in Dawson Creek. We had stopped in Ft. St. John to get Dusty into the vet to get some medicine to fix his loose bowels from the night before. None of the home remedies had worked this time. He will turn 16 years old in Alaska this summer.
We got to Pink Mountain a couple hours after our traveling companions and when we pulled in, there were no signs indicating where to park the rig to register. I pulled over toward the front of the store and the worker bee came out saying we couldn’t park there. He pointed where we should park, and I suggested they put up a sign to indicate that… He laughed. With that I knew this was going to be a fiasco. And I was correct.
As we drove in to find our pull-thru site, we encountered freshly created washboard roads. It seems they just graded the roads with a bulldozer and it was a tracked one so it created washboard as it graded the road. (that is probably why you never see a tracked dozer grading roads.)
We made it to our site and hooked up the electric and started to deploy when I noticed we were inverting and not on shore power. When I looked at my Power Watchdog EPO Surge Protector, I saw it was blocking the 94 volt power they were trying to supply to us. Yikes, that is lower than I have ever seen, Anywhere. I immediately called the office and told them what I found. The same guy said they only have 30 amp power. I explained that doesn’t matter, all the different amperage’s outlets should have 120 volts. Then he said they were working on the generator. Oh Boy. By about 7pm the power was up to 115 volts, which is good enough.
But of course it didn’t stay that way. All night it was dropping below 100 volts if you tried to pull just 10 amps from that 30 amp supply. I finally just pulled the plug and used our batteries to run anything that draws any power like the coffee pot, microwave or toaster.
That place was a bad joke. Never again…
I have never been happier to leave a campground than I was that morning.