Quick background - I'm a Leave No Trace Master Educator with Scouting-BSA. I tent camp around 30 nights per year, most of them leading boys (and soon to be girls) from 1st through 12th grades. I am committed to teaching a land ethic that encourages people to seek out ways to minimize our impact on the environment so that everyone may enjoy them. Please, whatever you do, if you are affiliated with BSA or LNT and are teaching novice campers how to camp, avoid this place. Do not bring Scouts here. In my opinion, the only way to fix this place is to plow it under and build a town.
My son and I came down to enjoy Johnson's Shut-Ins. We live about 3 hours away. He and I have spent almost a month camping this summer, but until this weekend, it was all with a purpose; summer camp with the troop working on merit badges and advancement and as staff with our local Cub Scout resident camps. This was our first and probably our only chance to camp for ourselves this summer. We've stayed at Johnson's Shut-Ins before, but all the sites at there were reserved. I've also stayed at Taum Sauk, but those are first come only. With a 3 hour drive and it being Labor Day weekend, I couldn't chance coming down and not having a place to stay. A friend recommended Twin Rivers, so I thought we'd give it a shot.
Because it was Labor Day weekend the campground was filled, but that doesn't begin describe how full the place was. The sites around us were overfilled with people. Pretty sure none of them were ever Scouts. I really loved watching the guy fly fishing in the same water where kids were playing. "Hook in foot" disease is just waiting to break out. Fires you could see from the International Space Station, food waste lying around. Plus they were loud, and loud late. Don't be fooled by any so called 10:00 quiet time. Midnight was more like it.
Not all of the people problems were caused by campers. It seems the campground is not too far from a live music venue (I think). There was certainly music playing late, seemed to be live. Either that or someone had their music up really loud playing cover bands. Whatever the source, it was not conducive to sleeping. It went right up to midnight.
Then there are problems with the campsite. The fire ring had clearly seen better days. Someone had used a liquid accelerant in it and got the fire hot enough to bend the bars. Plus, it hadn't been emptied in a long time, and it had been raining. It was filled with a slurry of ash paste and aluminum slag. Dinner was supposed to be hamburgers. Decided to postpone that plan for the second night (and ate at Baylee Jo's BBQ - as much of a highlight as Twin Rivers was a low light). Then there was the dead tree (a widow-maker) leaning towards our campsite. Lots of dead branches in the area, so I didn't realize the tree was dead until after we had set up our tent and unpacked the car. I found two more standing dead trees the next day, though not leaning toward the campsite. One of those fall the wrong way, and it's more than a hook in the foot. I did tell them at the general store on the way out to dinner, and was told that we could move sites (in a full campground, I don't know how that was going to happen), but that they couldn't do anything about the tree during the weekend, it would have to wait until the campground wasn't so full.
The best thing about staying at a campground should have been access to showers and bathrooms. Not at Twin Rivers. Here's all you need to know about those facilities. The urinal in the men's bathroom, specifically the water connection to the urinal, was not actually attached to the urinal. When you grabbed the handle (which did not seem to work), it literally pulled away from the urinal. Had the handle actually worked, I would have sprayed my feet.
We managed to avoid any new problems for most the next day, but that's because we spent most of the day at the Shut-Ins and at Taum Sauk. But then we braved dinner and the fire pit. I shouldn't have bothered. With no good place to stash the slurry at the bottom of the pit, I had to use far too much wood get a good layer of coals to use to cook. Very wasteful, and then lost one burger through the bent bars of the grate.
As my son and I talked over dinner about our disgust with the campground and simply enduring one more night, the music started. This was no cover band in the distance. From the campsite to the north we were getting blasted with country. Not to be outdone, the campsite to the south started blasting some odd mix of 90's hip-hop and Imagine Dragons (and similar bands). Really quite bizarre.
The third day was much better, because I woke up in my own bed at home. The competing music put me over the edge. I had had enough. Packed up in the dark and left. Got home right at midnight.
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