I've been on the road for 9 yrs and have never had a worse experience. The woman who runs the park is (no exagg.) one of the most emotionally crippled people I've ever met. Absolutely ice cold. She's got an easy-going facade but when you challenge her about and kind of shortcomings or failures -- watch out. She's a punisher.
She knew I was a single woman with an internet business and waited until I'd driven three days through 100 degree heat and parked to tell me that the guy at the small post office was an "aggressive narcissist and a bully who beat his ex-wife regularly" -- knowing -- I would be in that building with him alone -- a lot. Her response? "WelI (long pause) I didn't know you'd be going there every day." Soon after this I witnessed the PO guy viciously berating a 70 y.o. woman and when I told her she said, "Oh yeah, there's yelling all the time," and a few days later found out the clerk there was terrified of him, was afraid he would hit her and was trying to find a safe way out. I reported him and stood up to him and then became a target of his abuse.
A few weeks later she claimed that my frustrated four line e-mail to her after two months of one horrible experience after another was "threatening" and was the reason she wasn't going to investigate possible theft by a neighbor and which I was writing to report. She was off again, out of state (she's almost never at the park, lives down the road and everyone who shows up has to wait for her to come over) so I became more and more frustrated as those neighbors are only there every few weekends and weren't there then. It was clear she just didn't want to do it. They are long-time customers and she "wasn't going to accuse them". I simply asked her to call them and ask if they knew anything. Maybe they thought it was abandoned.
I explained to her how her behavior and choices made me feel and she became incredibly condescending, emotionally manipulative and abusive. She even admitted that she did enjoy the fact that I was saying all the things to the post office guy that she wished she could. But rather than expressing empathy and appreciation for my efforts and the price I was paying to stand up for the women of this valley she doubled down and shamed me for feeling overwhelmed, told me in a completely pretentious way, "You clearly can't handle it." I got up and walked out and told her she was a truly horrible human being.
The missing property was never investigated, there was not even a small offer of reimbursement. I had waited days to hear back on this and between that and the abuse I was fielding at the post office I already had one foot out the door, tires aired up when she came over to tell me she wasn't going look into it. When I mentioned the reviews I would be leaving she visibly jerked. She sort of forgot about that. She gas-lighted me a little more, told me that was mature. I told her I was leaving first thing the next day. I asked several times for the bill. The next morning she assembled a crew of residents to stand and talk about me and watch me as I finished packing and hooked-up. I'd done nothing to anyone, but stand up to abuse. I thought I was going to throw up. It felt like an exercise in public humiliation. Not an occasional glance but an audience. She approached and said she wanted payment for the power. I said, "Sure," and got my checkbook out of my truck. She told me it was $250. I had to remind her that I'd already paid for some of the power a few weeks earlier. "Oh...yeah." So the next number was $192. I questioned that and she told me that she was also throwing in a charge for the extra days now. Why did this change in 4 minutes? Who knows. But it felt a lot like she was angry that she was caught in an error decided to save face by demanding more.
Her bills are numbers scribbled on scraps of paper. No paperwork. I was never even registered, despite several efforts. Kind of makes you wonder. Run fast and far. This woman's "easy-going" gestures are a mask for something else. Something quite dark and ugly.
The park it not as nice as it appears in the pictures. Pots of dead flowers around and a cat that bites your toes. No one talks to each other and those I did have conversations with are strange and fiercely loyal to the owner. (Some are now leaving five-star reviews as damage control.) There is not one light post in the place and there are literally no sounds at night. I love silence and solitude but this is something else altogether. That, in tandem with the recluse energy just makes the place all the more disturbing.
In 2 1/2 mo I never did meet the owner's husband. I did learn from of the cronies that he (the owner) was talking to him about me, about the PO situation but he drove right by me one day sitting on the office steps and talking to a dog walker. Said a few words to the dog walker. I gave him a friendly smile but he didn't introduce himself or say hello to me. read more
