Fun Stuff: Yogi Bear Jellystone Park

We had a good time camping last weekend.

Would have been slightly more fun for me had I been able to breathe (allergies. bad.), but you can’t have it all.

Let me just say if you are really into camping, this is not the park for you. It’s more for RV’s then tents…although they did have several tent sites and that’s what we did. They also have many cabins. But all the sites are on top of eachother - so if you want privacy - not so much.

But it was perfect for us for the weekend.

They had an awesome water park with slides that Jackson went down for hours. Everything is so close and so kid friendly, you don’t mind if your kids wander off a bit. They have an activity center and the kids painted ceremics and t-shirts.

And lots of opportunities to see the ‘real’ Yogi for pictures!

The highlights:

-kids planted magic pumpkin seeds and then a couple hours later we went back and there were pumpkins!

-outdoor movies everynight. nothing beats watching Scooby Doo in the dark sitting on logs!

-Saturday night all the RV’s decorated their sites and the kids went trick or treating with their costumes on. It was a hoot


Some things I could have done without:

-golf cart daily rentals avaiable for $60.00. I mean, it takes exactly 5 minutes to walk from one end of the park to the other. Really. So I pretty much heard all weekend from my 9-year-old son, “Please can we rent one, pleeeeeezzzzzzeeeee.”

-mini golf course without shade. Yeah. It was hot.

-the guy at the site next to us that yelled at me because my kids walked through his campsite. Again. Really?

-the inability to breathe due to allergies.

We did have fun with our pals, the Fitzpatricks. Lots of laughs but for some reason, the one thing that stuck out for me was when my friend’s daughter asked for a cookie and she told her she couldn’t have one until she finished her marshmellow. Classic. Nutrition rules change in the wilderness.

Back to indoor plumbing, running water and electricity…good stuff. I mean, I will miss waking up to dawn’s early light (and the guy at the campsite next to us gunning up his F350 with Yosemite Sam mudflips at 6 a.m. to make a donut run) but there’s no place like home.