It's a rare moment when I edit one of my reviews - but this time the response by the owners of the Nugget RV Park have challenged my integrity- uh, I don't think so. After observing several edits of their own response, they continue to tell less than truths - tus pantalones es en fuego... the certified first responder in me wants to tell them, "Stop, Drop & Roll".
My review as follows stands:
Passing through Montana, we've enjoyed the RV parks across the western part of the state. They've been clean, organized and well hosted, with the exception of one. We've had wonderful opportunities to meet locals, enjoy facilities and had requests to come back - making us truly feel welcome.
So, let's turn back to the one that turned out to be a real stinker; The Nugget RV Park in St Regis, Montana. The RV book gave it an 8 - 8.5 rating but their own sign gave it a 9 - 10 rating. OK, we thought, it's worth a shot. We were assigned a spot and openly registered for 3 adults and 4 small dogs - right upfront. No surprised for anyone in the lovely RV Park that boasts service with a smile. (We always register our family, fur and all)
Kid friendly - you bet. The little goobers literally screamed all afternoon. Pet friendly - uh, yeah, no way. I don't think these managers ever had a pet of their own, let alone a dog. They may smile when they say yes to pets but beware - there's quite a bite behind that smile. I should know, like an unsuspecting bird in the feeder, I received a pouncing upon when dealing with them.
The managers of the Nugget RV park are - for lack of a better word, interesting. It's like the guy wanted to be a scout leader, missed the mark and finally wound up with mom jeans, a golf cart, and a little red cap of authority. Bless his little heart, his panties got all twisted up and his power went right to his head. And the lady- she's a real humdinger. With her Charlie Brownlike trumpeting voice(wa wa waaa)- no megaphone needed- she runs the park just like a junior scout troop, little merit badges and all.
Once you sign in, you vill follow zeir directions explicitly or they will literally find the restaurant they recommended that you're dining in and call you to come back to read the artfully highlighted sections of their brochure that say no dogs are left unattended - which we had not done. But apparently in their eyes, we had not been obedient. We thought that we could leave our belongings, including our pups, locked securely in our motor home without issue.
Thinking we had finally settled in, and tended our pups with fresh chopped food chocked with supplemental vitamins and water and their own snuggy beds. (They are show dogs living a life of bliss. Only door beaters get the bark.) Anyway, the fur family was tucked neatly inside between the sheets in a luxurious motor home with not one, but two, air conditioners and the shades pulled. A person can know they're inside but you can't see or hear them.
Hungry, we asked our lovely hosts about the nearest restaurant and was given directions to 4 miles down the road. With directions in hand, two air conditioners with back up flowing smoothly we confidently put our 4 small show dogs to bed and went to eat. According to the neighbors, because we asked, the only time they barked was when the red cap of authority banged on the side of the door because they knew we were gone - they had given us the directions and waved to us as we left... that's how they knew where to find us.
My mother and I returned immediately while my father waited for the food we ordered to be bagged to take home. As we pulled into the park, we sat quietly and listed for dog barking - of which we heard nada, nein, nyet, none. I dropped my mother off at the motor home and went directly to the office to offer an apology for causing them stress... and the fight was on. Lady Trumpet started in yelling and Mr. Mom Jeans joined right in. I was stunned... absolutely stunned. My task quickly became a duck and dodge like a light-weight boxer in a 7 round match. As I was frantically looking for a back door escape route, I wound up doing the tap dance of a lifetime out the front door and running like hell back to the motor home thinking how great it was that these two were not my relatives.
Long story short, I retrieved my father and our dinner, we ate, slept, and left when the sun came up... thinking, "wow - that was weird.. like a Twighlight zone episode, we ask for no reruns."
So, in my humble opinion, there are two recommended RV Parks in the area - I'd definitely recommend the other one. read more