Still salty from surfing, with body wash, shampoo, tokens and towel in hand, I made the short walk to the token operated showers. The shower stall I selected was clean and smelled of disinfectant: good news.
Per my thoughtfully designed system, I applied shampoo to my head and body wash to, as my former platoon drill instructor ordered, all hidden, hairy areas (too much information eh). Anyway, I located a token which would give me two minutes of water. I set the dial to warmer than warm but cooler than hot, or about 3:20 p.m. on dial face.
With all cleansing fluids applied, I selected a token and prepared to duck my head into the shower head flow. Dropping the token into the slot, no water. I gathered my things, wrapped a towel around my waist and entered the adjacent shower. Since the floor was wet, I suspected water was available. Into the slot went the token, out of the shower head came zilch, nada, doodly squat.
Returning to the campsite, I blotted the body wash. My fellow camp host let me rinse my head from the fresh water tank in his van. Evidently, the water main to the camp ground broke and wouldn't be fixed until evening.
Campers with dirty, sunburned children were not pleased by the sudden lack of water. They continued to use the toilets until noxious fumes forced them to walk to the port-a-potties in the day use areas. Near 7:00 p.m., water was restored. Amen.
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