Wolverine Campground

Have you ever sat back and wondered: «Hey…you know those chicks with a lot of tattoos? I wonder where they go when they’re about, oh, eight… maybe nine months pregnant… but they still want to wear bikinis and show off the ink?»
Yeah, me neither.
However, that doesn’t change the fact that I now know that the answer is «this place».
Look, I’m not a «camping» guy. My idea of «roughing it» is when I can’t stay on the Concierge Level at a hotel. But… the in-​laws go every year… and so every year, we pile into the car, take the 2+ hour drive out to this land that time forgot, and deal with it.
And by «it», I mean people with killer dogs that they never tie up, people that wind up getting hauled off in cop cars after multiple witnesses reported child abuse, and all sorts of other fun adventures.
The park closes at 10. Which means the latest you can stay is 10pm. Which means that I assure you I have never been there past 9:59pm just to be safe.
There’s a huge lake, so it’s a cool place if you have a boat or are with someone that has a boat. Thankfully, the inlaws have a boat.
It’s just… well, if you could see me taking off my glasses, pinching the bridge of my nose and shaking my head slowly from side to side… you’d understand, I’m sure.