7:30AM and it is 77 deg outside.
Work campers are used by a lot of RV Parks. They are generally retired folks, supplementing retirement, or only used as a way to get RV space in trade for working a few hours a day. These folks make a commitment to stay on for a few months or for the whole season, and this is common in the northern states, as well as southern states.
Yesterday when we pulled into the KOA Park here in Sioux Falls, we were directed to a parking/staging area, prior to registering, by an old guy in a golf cart. The RV Park was busy, and he seemed to be in a rush, because he also escorted incoming RVs to their assigned parking spots. Anne-Marie was driving the van at the time, and he was talking as he was directing, but we couldn't understand a thing he was saying, “Rer ea glan malff eurrn goot. Ogay! Galf ra gntoor.”, and motioning with his hands as we parked. We went to the counter after being parked, checked in and were given a piece of paper with our assigned space number written on it to give to our escort. “Gnalop n lolf gig sil rennf pfftt” said our escort, and hopped on to his cart and led us on the way. I could detect something that sounds like English, but his soft spoken nature combined with what seemed to be a strong southern Cajun accent, and Anne-Marie and I shrugging. His hand motions seemed to direct us well, but when I asked him to repeat what he had just said, he only got a bit louder. We smiled, Said “OK, Thank you”, and nodded our heads, as he hurried off to park the next incoming RV, “Surlf ba gnalf nice binnun” he said.
Travel day today, we are going to see how far across Minnesota we can get today.
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