In Buellton at the Flying Flags RV Resort a calendar of Ronald Reagan hangs on the wall of the office. There's something odd in Buellton. The RV park itself is a little town within the town, with named streets and shady trees. People seem to be here to socialize, and a large outdoor table is spread with lunch for ten at one RV near us. At 7:00 a.m. Dog walkers are out, although the large field where we have parked (sold as "dry camping" because it lacks hookups) is mostly empty. The sun rises and you need your dark glasses immediately.
This is RV park taken to the corporate level. There is an 800 number answered by "reservations agents". Inside the office there are cashier stations. They take your name and address as you register, although mine is tossed out once its Canadian nature is discovered. The place feels conservative, although on this Sunday morning I can't quite put my finger on why.
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