You know that saying, “If it sounds too good to be true, it most likely is”? Well, I’ve carried on about Lake Pleasant and what a perfect spot it’s been for me to recover from the flu and the first few weeks it was, but all good things must come to an end.
Lake Pleasant is located northwest of the city of Phoenix, Arizona. It’s a favorite with locals and travelers alike. So one can expect a fair amount of traffic on any given weekend when the weather is ideal for water activities; add in a three day weekend or fishing tournament and the crowds come in droves…..party central.
Allow me to share the recipe; Fishing tournament, Carnival, Car Show, Spring Break, and $10 a night dry camping. Let’s add in some alcohol, carnie type people, loud music, and no restrictions on generators. Oh yeah, what fun!
Bill Luke Bass Days took place the weekend of Friday, March 14th.
Al and I were comfortably nestled into site T-59 enjoying a little quiet solitude, perfect weather, and just the right about of socializing. Friday and Saturday night we’d need to move out of our site and boondock as all sites were previously reserved prior to our arrival. No problem, or so we thought.
The event tents and carnival rides started arriving Monday and an area was fenced off. Local camper’s started arriving Tuesday to position themselves for the upcoming weekend and a regular flow of traffic continued the rest of the week. The locals parked their RV’s then returned home for the work week. They came back Friday after work with their wagons already circled bringing lots of friends, family, and plenty of kids.
By Tuesday afternoon, Al and I quickly moved our trucks into a position to try and save a small parcel of gravel lot for ourselves fearing we wouldn’t be able to find a spot to homestead. By Thursday morning we didn’t recognize the place. Our little slice of paradise was being transformed before our eyes…..and not in a good way.
Thursday we found ourselves needing to make a run to the dump station and as long as we broke camp we opted to position ourselves into our boondock spot a night early. Al talked to our boondock neighbors and came up with a plan to park the vehicles so no one would try and squeeze in between us. We’ve seen that happen before.
These new neighbors were quite happy with Al’s friendliness and cooperativeness. A conversation ensued and Al asked if they were here for the fishing tournament. Although they planned on doing some fishing, their main purpose was cornholing……. SAY WHAT!!!
The internet is an entertaining tool. Wanting to provide you, my dear readers, with information on Cornholing, I did a quick Google search on the term and you can imagine the interesting information that popped up. Since this is a G rated blog, you’ll have to do you’re own Google search on the other meaning of cornholing.
For the purposes of this post…… cornholing, also known as bean bag toss, is a lawn game in which players take turns throwing little bags of corn at a raised platform with a hole in the far end. Our neighbors practiced cornholing into the wee hours of the morning in preparation for Saturdays big tournament. Thanks for the great nights sleep guys….grrrr.
That’s ok, they were still nice neighbors compared to what we could’ve been stuck with so I won’t complain. There was a lot of craziness that occurred that weekend including some serious accidents.
Brawls, arguments, loud music, unruly children, dust and noise from ATV’s, and regular visits from law enforcement rank mild in comparison to the head on ATV collision or the missing diver and this is just the stuff I know about.
I found the weekend to be more stressful than fun and I’m glad it’s over. I do plan to return to Lake Pleasant but I’ll be sure to do my homework and avoid any events or three-day weekends.