Vandalism. Theft. Drugs. Prostitution.
Want more? How about physical threats to your life? Or toilets with shit and piss and blood and spit covering the seats and left uncleaned for a week or more, or huge clumps of slimy hair hanging from shower baskets, or empty hypodermic syringes in the stalls? How about a criminal gang literally running the park, or people shooting at you--just for fun? Keep reading! The fun details follow!
I lived at Salmon Harbor RV Resort for over two years. All these things my partner and I experienced--and more.
Salmon Harbor is ostensibly run by an old-timer named Ned Burgess. But he has almost nothing to do with it. He's given the job to relations, or relations of relations (nobody really knows): two horrid, hateful women named Maryann and Terry. The very first thing out of Maryann's cracked mouth when we moved in was to avoid the local grocery store, as it had "Mexicans and other illegals runnin' it." Maryann's daughter is Terry, a freeloader whose own daughters have been banned from the park for everything from menacing to drugs to vandalism to prostitution. If you've got a complaint, don't tell either of them, because, by the admission of another manager, your complaint form will be tossed into the trash. That happened to us multiple times before we finally caught on.
Then there are the long-termers living in units 39 through 42, and #50. These are Terry's homies--the gangsters and prostitutes. They'll prowl around your rig late at night, sniffing for everything from gasoline to your brand new motorcycle, to steal. If they don't like you, they'll vandalize your rig or steal your gas or threaten your life, as happened to us more times than we can count. Protest all you want. It will do no good. The scum responsible are the Chosen Ones--chosen, of course, by Maryann and Terry. We called the police on them five times over the two-plus years we lived here. But management refused to evict them. But that's what protection rackets are designed to do, isn't it?
I've seen meth addicts passed out on the toilets in the men's room. I've seen people carted shrieking out of here in a straitjacket. People lurking around our rig late at night was commonplace. (I kept a log of such incidents for this year, of which there are over forty entries.) We saw a sorry piece of crap named Jimmy, in a not-so-subtle threat to us, carry a sawed-off shotgun to the prostitute living in #50 and set it right next to her stairs. We've witnessed breaking and entering. Need to use the restroom, but are afraid to go because there are two fat troll-women at the entrance menacing those trying to get in? Well, too bad. Pay your lot fees and shut up! Those are Maryann's awful granddaughters, and how dare you!
Let's talk about the bathrooms some more. I've seen feces left in the shower stalls for days; toilets stopped up and unusable for days; toilet paper shredded everywhere--for days; sinks full of trash and hair--for days; cigarette butts and booze containers and empty hypos, and, of course, the oh-so-lovely scent of meth. Best you take a shower during the day, because thieves commonly steal the lightbulbs. Spiders have made a permanent home in both, and are everywhere. Get used to them dangling just above your head as you're doing your business. The walls of the men's room are thick with spit and have been since we've come here. The mats covering the floor are cleaned only twice a year. They're beyond disgusting, as is the floor beneath.
One more thing. If you care about your wife's or daughter's safety, escort them to the bathroom and keep watch. They're fresh meat to the denizens of this hellhole, not to mention the homeless who commonly trash the bathrooms and hang out looking for scores. Your little girl would look real, real good to them.
There are lots for short-termers down by the beach. I marvel when one stays down there. Some pretty serious criminals roam that beach at night. They're parolees out of Pelican Bay State Prison just south of here, one of the nastiest prisons in the entire nation. Several got drunk last summer and, shotguns and pistols in hand, started shooting at the wildlife. I was walking the beach, and they started shooting at me. One of the bullets grazed the water not fifteen feet from me. Does that sound like a place you'd like to stay?
Without warning or apology, Maryann, likely receiving kickbacks from a rival provider, cut the Internet to over two hundred park residents earlier this year. A spokesperson from the evicted provider said that even if they were invited back to Salmon Harbor RV Park, they wouldn't come. That's how utterly nasty this place is: a giant telecom won't even do business with these cesspool slugs!
Listen. If you value your life, and the lives of your family and your children, not to mention the lives of your friends, don't set a single foot in this dump. If you come here, you'll regret it. That's the un-whitewashed truth for you. read more
