GRAND ISLE, VT-- July 26, 2013
Here we are in Grand Isle VT about 25 miles northwest of Burlington and about 26 miles south of the Canadian border. We expect to be here until September as the campground is amazing and the location is pretty good for going most everywhere in Vermont and even the Adirondacks in New York that we might want to go. We are only 96 miles from Montreal so Fran and Eli will mosey on up there for a couple of days next week.
"A" on this map is the town of Grand Isle. We are on the West (left side) of the island |
Aerial View of Champlain Adult Campground |
The story began at Button Bay State Park just outside of Vergennes, VT....no actually it started on the Brudenell River way up in Prince Edward Island, Canada with my musseling buddy, George, from Quebec. I told him we were headed to Vermont and asked him if he knew of any good campgrounds. He told me of this place on Island Pond owned by a bit of an eccentric Frenchman. If the owner didn't like you, he wouldn't let you in. If you broke the rules, which weren't always clear, he'll throw you out. You can't put a carpet or a mat down outside your rig because the owner is a grass nazi. George suggested we might want to give this Frenchman a wide berth.
Well, we packed up in PEI and headed to Button Bay State Park right on Lake Champlain outside of Vergennes, 25 miles south of Burlington. Little did we know that Vermont had had the rainiest Spring in its history. The state was a sea of mud; the corn crop all but drowned; the streams, rivers and even Lake Champlain were just below flood stage. And none of Vermont's state parks have any hookups: no water, electric or sewer. Vermonters like it that way and I thought we might like to try "dry" camping. NOT!
View of the Adirondacks in NY state from our Button Bay Campsite. |
So like wagon train scouts of old, I went forth in Charlotte to scout out campsites with hookups for the next week until we were scheduled at Grand Isle State Park. The first place I found was the Bates Motel of campgrounds; a dismal, soggy swamp behind a by-the-hour motel. I told the lady at the desk that I would get back to her. Next was North Beach Campground right above a very nice beach within the city limits of Burlington. I grabbed three nights without hesitation. Things were looking up. Next, on to Mallets Bay on the lake. It was not very appealing but I took it for a weekend. Then I figured I had better drive on up to Grand Isle and checkout our assigned campsite for the next two weeks. Good move. The park was a quagmire. Grand Isle State Park was not an option. Back to square one.
Keeler Bay campground was by the month or by the season. There was definitely an ominous aura about the place. Old, sagging trailers with rotting tires are a sure sign of a people and places on the skids. A sign for Sky.......Camp was barely legible due to the peeling paint. The pointy end of the direction arrow was peeled off entirely. I went all the way to the end of road one way and found nothing so I doubled back. At the other end I found a tiny camp of one line of trailers facing the lake.
A fellow with no shirt and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth came out of an old trailer with a rickety wooden porch addition glazed with plastic. Homey.
Can I help you. (It didn't sound like a question.)
I'm looking for a quiet place to camp.
We're pretty full up here. How big's your rig.
Thirty two feet.
He took a deep drag.
I don't think you'll fit in here. (I was beginning to think the same thing.)
Do you know of any other quiet places on the lake?
You might try Apple Island.
We really aren't looking for swimming pools and fire engine rides.
Well...there's a place just past the ferry. Go to the flashing light and turn left. Its just past the ferry. If you get to the golf course, you've gone too far.
So back into Charlotte.
The NO VACANCIES seldom comes down |
The path to Lake Champlain |
Ferry boats to and from Plattsburgh NY passing The Point |
Our 10'x14' Outside Living Room |
Wilbur at home |
Two Zero Gravity Recliners and a Cocktail Table |
Champlain Camp Ground was an old apple orchard
Our neighbor's Patty and Freddy. (Note the lilies) |
JC's home modeled on his boyhood home in the French Alps |
The nightly ritual. Watching the sun set behind the Adirondacks in New York State. |
About a month into our stay I asked JC about the nitty-gritty of that which goes unspoken in campgrounds: the septic system. He explained that Vermont was basically solid rock with not a whole lot of topsoil on top. Deep drywalls are a non-starter and drain fields as they are know in other places also aren't practical. The "black water" from the campsites is directed into numerous septic tanks around the grounds. After the solids settle out, the effluent flows out into thousands and thousands of square feet of shallow drain fields. With solid rock below the only place for the effluent to go is up by way of transpiration through ever blade of grass, every shrub, the leaves on every tree. Hence JC's preoccupation with his grass.
Excellent post! Thanks, this is the best info I've found on the campground yet. Seems like it's a pretty well kept secret.
ReplyDeleteThe one thing I'm still trying to determine: is it actually a clothing optional campground? I've seen some of the pictures in the gallery and I'm not certain if it was poetic license or a sign to let people know.
At any rate, Thanks again for the info!
Mike
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Loved your story. We are staying at Lake Champlain Adult Campground and we have met J.C. Thanks for the insight about the grass.
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