Waterloo Park

I stayed here in August but am just writing my review. There weren’t any reviews when I stayed here but there are now and I agree with what they said. The coordinates on the post are not accurate. After driving around, I had to go back in town to have cell service to message the host for the address. Once I had the address I passed the entrance as I didn’t think that could be the place. The road past is tight and if in a bigger rig, that might’ve been an issue. I was able to turn around and make my way back to the entrance. By then it was getting late and I was tired and hungry. I pulled in to spot 1. As others have said it’s a business. I didn’t meet anyone that evening but I too heard the loud motorcycle depart. Early (for me) in the morning the place was a bustling, noisy place.

This place is a trip. First of all, my GPS sent me to the other side of the highway, where there is nothing. Then I drove right past it at least twice. It looked like an old junkyard, with 11 mailboxes in a row in front of it. One was 1011, which was correct, but I saw no indication of which of the scattered abodes on the adjacent dirt roads matched up with that number. Finally, I deduced that this one closest to the Highway was actually it. I walked in and looked around. A detached fifth-wheel camper stood in the corner to my right, but nobody was in sight. After a couple of minutes, I heard a voice and a slender, fit man on his phone walked out from behind a storage pod. When I told him that I was, I thought, his HH guest for the night, one of the first things he asked, rather ominously, was, “Did you Google the place?” He — I don’t think I ever got his name, so I will call him Dana — filled me in on the history of the property, which was far more interesting than I would have thought. And darker. I’ll let him tell you if you go there. Long story short, they are in the middle of what I can best described as a rescue project for an abused property. A fairly noble purpose, I suppose, even if it is a money-making venture. Anyway, I saw 3 areas designated as sites, and it seems like there is room for more as they progress with their plans. The camper was in #2, so I took #1, across from it. The fencing beside it was classic junkyard style: old sections of wire grid, palettes, tree trunks and sheet metal holding it together. I had a picnic table, pretty level ground, and plenty of space. I also had the entire property to myself once Dana finished up his work in the metal barn, got on his Harley and left at dusk. Nobody ever showed up at site #2. You could call it rustic and peaceful, or you could call it spooky, depending on how your imagination runs. Personally, I liked it. It’s lack of what most people would call character, actually was its character.

This is not somebody's home but a company's workshop site that is being used to gain additional income. They list 5 nights availability but charge you after the first night which is totally against Boondockers Welcome policy. The site has multiple vehicles, industrial apparatus, materials and just general trash that made parking difficult. Only one site was accessible. The available water was just a dirty garden hose and clearly not a drinksafe product. I couldn't access the tap to use my own hose as it was locked within a shed. It was too late to find another place, so we decided to stay the one night. Big Mistake! At 2:30 in the morning the hosts came in with their loud Harley motorcycles and then proceeded to move their company vehicle and trailer into their shop building.