I originally called a month prior and asked if I could leave from the RV park and go right to the riding trails and the lady asked if I had tags on my side by side, I said; “yes”. She said I could. I booked for a week.
When we arrived, I realized that the RV park is right off hwy 395. The office was closed for lunch. A gentleman helped us and told where our spot was. When the office opened, we contacted the clerk and asked her again (the same lady, I recognized her accent), how do I leave from the park and she asked again did I have tags. I told her I have OHV tags.  I now realize that she’s talking about a license plate and not a “tag” (I saw her car and realized that where she comes from, they refer to license plates as “tags”). I tried to explain the difference between a “plate” and a “tag” and she couldn’t care less. She told me I could take a chance riding on the highway. I told her I can’t take the chance
That was the start of the nightmare.
The next day, we decided we would make the best of it and just happen to see the same gentleman that helped us before.  He told us about “Dial A Ride” so we could at least go into town without having to walk (the town is about 2 miles away).
By Wednesday, we couldn’t stand it anymore, we were placed at the very end near the exit and every morning between 4-5 am, diesel pick up trucks would drive by our window and wake us up.
There was also an awful stench coming from my sink. The people who were next to us (they were there for one night) asked if our RV smells from the pipe too and we said yes.    Wednesday morning while my wife was in the shower, a man walked in the ladies bathroom (the codes are the same), he immediately walked out (guessing it was a honest mistake).
Between not being able to go riding, the trucks waking up early in the morning and the sewage swell, we decided to leave a day early.
I went to the office and was greeted by a lady (dark hair) at the front desk. I told what was going on when I explained about the trucks, the lady (blond) who I originally dealt with was sitting behind a computer immediately said: “Oh, those are the linemen” (apparently, the RV park is use by out of town people who are working in this state). So she knew ahead of time (I’m guessing she’s part of that group) about them leaving so early in the morning and still placed us there.
I told the lady (dark hair) who was at the front counter that we were leaving a day early and asked for a refund for that day. The other lady (blond) said: “we don’t give refunds, but we’ll give you 2 free days” ( I’m leaving a day early because it’s horrible.  Why in the world would I do that)!?
I asked her (blond hair) if she was the manager and she pointed to another lady (short cropped hair) who I saw earlier outside cleaning and said; “she’s the manager”.  The lady immediately said she wasn’t and the blond said: “well your partner is” and they laughed. I asked for the manager’s name which they gave me (Eva) and as I started to walk out, the lady with the cropped hair said sarcastically: “Have a nice day” while the blond sat behind the computer and grinned from ear to ear.
The lady I spoke to when I first contacted (dark hair) was just mortified by what was going on (I could see it on her face). She was polite and respectful. I really didn’t care about the money, I just wanted to tell them what happened so it wouldn’t happen to someone else. She (dark haired lady) was at least polite, professional, and courteous.
The lady with dark hair and the man that originally helped us were very nice and accommodating.
The blond lady and the lady with cropped hair were so disrespectful, discourteous and sarcastic. They both were disgustingly rude.
As a veteran and a retired first responder, I really don’t expect a whole lot from people.  I don’t demand respect or recognition. I do however, expect to be treated like my business matters when I purchase something.
We will never go there again.
They definitely gave the City of Bishop a black eye.
Thank you for making our 42 anniversary a memorable one…