Lark here to tell you about some dog friendly campgrounds in Pennsylvania. We spent almost two weeks in PA, as I like to call it-Puppies Accepting. For the most park, Pennsylvania was very dog friendly. Plus, we got to go over the state line into New Jersey and meet Stacy Barnett for some Nosework training. She lives just over the line. She could walk to PA if she wanted to.
If my parents weren’t such scaredy cats, I could have swum to New Jersey! (FYI you English majors-SWUM is a word, look it up). We were camped at Driftstone Campground in Mount Bethel right on the Delaware River which is the border between New Jersey and Pennsylvania. We could see New Jersey from our campsite! We could have crossed the border by swimming but Mom and Dad were worried about blue green algae so they wouldn’t let us go in. Dumb. It looked okay to me.
Driftstone was a big campground with a lot of people set up for the entire summer. Because we were there during the week, it was very quiet, just the way I like it. If I had my way, there would be no shouting, squealing or loud music at a campground. After all, you go to commune with nature not the city. Except, I wouldn’t allow flies. They are unnatural as far as I am concerned. Ugh. So nasty.
There wasn’t a dog park, but Dad took me for a lot of long walks. For the most part, people kept their dogs on a leash and picked up their poop. That’s a big deal for Mom who things it’s rude to leave poop on the ground. I don’t know. It does make for an exciting walk when you find a pile of poop and get to sniff and figure out who it belongs to. Anyway, most of the time, we went out to poop in the area behind the bath house where the septic drain field was. Except, you had to watch out for the hornets that had a nest in the ground there.
Other than not getting to swim, Driftstone Campground was a good place to camp with dogs.
From there, we headed west, north of Harrisburg to Paradise Stream Campground. On the map, it looked close to where dad wanted to go to a motorcycle race in Port Royal, but because of the mountains, it was farther than he wanted to travel at night after the race. So, we checked into Paradise Stream, then, the next day took the camper to Port Royal Racetrack for one night and then, went back to Paradise Stream for our last night.
It was a lot of trouble, but I was glad not to be so far away from Mom and Dad all day. This way, they could walk back to the trailer and let us out during the race. The racetrack camping was just in a parking lot, but there were lots of places to walk around and like I said, we were close to Mom and Dad. Ross didn’t like the noise, but then, he doesn’t like thunder either. He’s a big baby.
Paradise Stream looked promising for our stay, and it was very dog friendly, but that was also a problem for me. The dog park was always crowded! It seemed like people just took their dogs there and stayed all day! So, instead, we went for some long walks. There were a lot of trails, and we could go around a lake or along the river.
After we left Paradise Stream, we went south to see Mom’s cousin. Funny thing about state lines again, we were camped in Maryland at the Merry Meadows Campground, but we were 15 minutes from Jeannie and Bruce’s house in Pennsylvania! So, Mom and Dad could be close even if we were left in the trailer. At first Mom was worried about the campground because so many people had written that there were too many rules. But we learned something important rules are good!
When we walked down to the dog park, there was a big list of rules and one of them was that only one family was allowed in the dog park at a time. Which meant, we could have it all to ourselves. I got to run and play and do my happy dance. It was really really nice. The only thing that worried us was that our trailer was parked in the sun on concrete. It got really hot and the air conditioning in the trailer had a hard time keeping me and Ross cool. We have a temperature monitor that tells Mom and Dad if the trailer is too hot and one time, they had to come back and check on us and adjust the air conditioning. It makes me feel good that Mom and Dad are so concerned about us even when they leave us behind.
So, that wraps up my reviews of the dog friendly campgrounds in Pennsylvania. On to Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois. I’ll let you know if there is anything to see there. Probably nothing but the inside of the trailer for me, but you never know.