Lake Millerton
The road map showed a fairly large state recreation area just outside of Fresno, so we stayed on the state road and found our next stop, Millerton Lake. You could see mountains in the distance, but the park was in the rolling hills again. This was another park and lake created for water management, but this time is was to bring water out of the Sierra Nevada mountains for the huge farming operations of the San Joaquin Valley. The lake actually covered the town of Millerton, and all that survived was a historic court house that had been moved to higher ground. We registered at the gate, and found the RV campground at the end of a winding road on the north side of the lake. This was just a big paved parking lot with campsites on either side of a grassy median. There were water and electric hookups, and we chose a spot next to the “accessible” (that means handicapped) campsite. There were quite a few other RVs there, but our spot had an open space on either side. We could look out our rear picture window and see the trees and a bit of the lake. We got set up and took a walk along the shoreline of the reservoir. Although it was Friday afternoon, the campground was not completely full, except we did not take into account that these mainland people think nothing of driving three hours to get somewhere. The Rvs just kept rolling in, and the last one arrived at 10:30! In the morning we discovered that all the campsites were occupied except for the handicapped site next to us. This was our first experience of being in a full campground.
Campers etiquette says you use common sense and respect the other person’s space. The family next to us had four kids with them who played well with each other, didn’t yell and scream, and took care not to cross our parking spot. It was nice to see a family out for a weekend camping trip, in fact, it was nice to see the park getting well used.
The park ranger at check-in had told us there was an Indian casino about five miles up the road, so on Saturday we took a drive to try the slot machines. Indian tribes around the country are allowed in varying degrees to operate casinos on tribal lands. This casino, Table Rock, was squeezed into a valley pass above the reservoir, and had slots and table games. The casino was busy, and Lei had a hard time finding a promising slot machine to play. Howard hung out watching sports on TV, and Lei deposited some dollars in the Indian casino bank.
RVers like us find places to park in various ways. There are two directories published that have complete information and ratings on RV parks across the nation. There are several web sites with varying degrees of information, and online forums have listings and comments. Every state we have visited has a website with state park information, and California has a great visitor information system of offices on the interstates on the state borders. There’s lots of billboards along the highway, although we don’t consider that a good thing. And there’s always word of mouth, just talking to other campers in a campground and at state and local information centers.
We had ordered a directory called Trailer Life in February while still in Hawaii. While waiting for it to arrive, we grabbed whatever park information we could from RV stores and tourist information centers. The Rand McNally road guide also shows state parks. After trying the information from stores and tourist publications, we decided to stick to the state parks, which has served us well.