Gordy Road RV Park

Well maintained RV park. Concrete spots and concrete road are well kept and have no potholes. The manager, Michelle, is nice but also can be very strict and firm. Has a non-heated pool and two small dog parks. Water pressure is pretty good as well as the other utilities. Wifi is a joke, but that’s what I usually is at a RV park. Very nice laundry room. My only concern was that we had to pay to eit... Well maintained RV park. Concrete spots and concrete road are well kept and have no potholes. The manager, Michelle, is nice but also can be very strict and firm. Has a non-heated pool and two small dog parks. Water pressure is pretty good as well as the other utilities. Wifi is a joke, but that’s what I usually is at a RV park. Very nice laundry room. My only concern was that we had to pay to either wash a car or the RV. This park is in a very quiet neighborhood next to the water these roads are not busy and one can walk a dog, take a run, or take a bike ride around. There is a nice restaurant called Noah’s Ark a short distance away perfect for a margarita at Sunset watching the ocean.

If you're thinking of staying here… maybe keep driving unless you're truly out of options or just really enjoy passive-aggressive sticky notes and the ambiance of a haunted rest stop. Let’s start with management — or should I say the ghost behind the curtain? Communicating with the manager is like decoding riddles from a far-off land. Instead of speaking directly like a normal human, she prefers... If you're thinking of staying here… maybe keep driving unless you're truly out of options or just really enjoy passive-aggressive sticky notes and the ambiance of a haunted rest stop. Let’s start with management — or should I say the ghost behind the curtain? Communicating with the manager is like decoding riddles from a far-off land. Instead of speaking directly like a normal human, she prefers to slap tacky notes on every surface imaginable: doors, walls, paper towel dispensers, light switches… if there’s an empty space, it's fair game for one of her taped-up manifestos. And let’s not forget the barrage of random text messages. Why speak when you can spam, right? She hides behind the phrase “park rules” — but those seem to change based on how the wind is blowing that day. Contradictions and flat-out lies? Yep, standard practice. Here’s a fun one: we had a friend call and pay one time with her credit card to cover our rent. Keep in mind, she never had us fill any paperwork, no park rules given, nothing was signed. No authorization to keep it on file. No conversation at all. The following week, this woman tried to run the same card TWELVE TIMES in one day — then drained every cent available once it finally went through. Classy, right? As for amenities — for what you pay (which is the same as other RV resorts in the area, by the way), don’t expect the basics. Showers and restrooms have zero paper products, no hand soap, and don’t even think about asking for them. Apparently, “rates are too cheap to provide that.” (But not cheap enough to actually be affordable.) Torn curtains, soap scum buildup, hair-clogged drains — and the smell? A delightful blend of mildew and disappointment. And yes, even in the shower you’ll find notes. One of them actually says “Please don’t fill the trash cans with trash. Take it with you.” Uh, okay? Now let’s talk about the “amenities.” Playground? Think: two plastic things stuck in a weed patch. Pond? It’s a puddle. With a sprinkler in it. Atmosphere? Less “peaceful RV retreat” and more “featured location in a low-budget true crime documentary.” If you stay long enough, you’ll probably meet someone on a federal watchlist. Bottom line: this isn’t a resort. It’s an overpriced gravel lot run by someone who thinks masking tape and dollar-store paper is the same thing as customer service. If shade, decent facilities, and actual communication are on your list — look elsewhere. Unless you love being micromanaged by notes and dodging potholes while wondering if the guy next door is on parole — then hey, welcome home

If you're thinking of staying here… maybe keep driving unless you're truly out of options or just really enjoy passive-aggressive sticky notes and the ambiance of a haunted rest stop. Let’s start with management — or should I say the ghost behind the curtain? Communicating with the manager is like decoding riddles from a far-off land. Instead of speaking directly like a normal human, she prefers... If you're thinking of staying here… maybe keep driving unless you're truly out of options or just really enjoy passive-aggressive sticky notes and the ambiance of a haunted rest stop. Let’s start with management — or should I say the ghost behind the curtain? Communicating with the manager is like decoding riddles from a far-off land. Instead of speaking directly like a normal human, she prefers to slap tacky notes on every surface imaginable: doors, walls, paper towel dispensers, light switches… if there’s an empty space, it's fair game for one of her taped-up manifestos. And let’s not forget the barrage of random text messages. Why speak when you can spam, right? She hides behind the phrase “park rules” — but those seem to change based on how the wind is blowing that day. Contradictions and flat-out lies? Yep, standard practice. Here’s a fun one: we had a friend call and pay one time with her credit card to cover our rent. Keep in mind, she never had us fill any paperwork, no park rules given, nothing was signed. No authorization to keep it on file. No conversation at all. The following week, this woman tried to run the same card TWELVE TIMES in one day — then drained every cent available once it finally went through. Classy, right? As for amenities — for what you pay (which is the same as other RV resorts in the area, by the way), don’t expect the basics. Showers and restrooms have zero paper products, no hand soap, and don’t even think about asking for them. Apparently, “rates are too cheap to provide that.” (But not cheap enough to actually be affordable.) Torn curtains, soap scum buildup, hair-clogged drains — and the smell? A delightful blend of mildew and disappointment. And yes, even in the shower you’ll find notes. One of them actually says “Please don’t fill the trash cans with trash. Take it with you.” Uh, okay? Now let’s talk about the “amenities.” Playground? Think: two plastic things stuck in a weed patch. Pond? It’s a puddle. With a sprinkler in it. Atmosphere? Less “peaceful RV retreat” and more “featured location in a low-budget true crime documentary.” If you stay long enough, you’ll probably meet someone on a federal watchlist. Bottom line: this isn’t a resort. It’s an overpriced gravel lot run by someone who thinks masking tape and dollar-store paper is the same thing as customer service. If shade, decent facilities, and actual communication are on your list — look elsewhere. Unless you love being micromanaged by notes and dodging potholes while wondering if the guy next door is on parole — then hey, welcome home