Dates Of Stay: May 15 – 25, 2016
My stay at The Pines was unplanned, as I was in Starkville getting medical care for Olive at Mississippi State University Veterinary School. There were a some other park options in the Starkville area, but at $21 per night based on the weekly rate, The Pines was the least expensive by about eight dollars per day.
I was warned by a few well-meaning locals that the park is in the “rough” part of town. I chuckled to think that any small American town really has a “rough” part. As I drove around I noticed housing projects were a couple of blocks from the park, but in my mind poor and/or populated with non-Caucasians does not necessarily mean rough.
The Pines is primarily a mobile home community, although there are spaces for more transient folk. The park itself is old, as are most of the mobile homes in it. On more than one occasion I saw overnight RVers arrive after hours, take a look around, and leave. But if you take a closer look, while the models may be old, they are clean and tidy. The grounds are kept up nicely as well, and there are a couple of gentlemen on site who always seem to be working on something. They have full hookups, including 50 amp service. It is very quiet and peaceful at night. There is a pool next to the office:
Garbage pick up is twice weekly, and there is a dumpster on site as well. When the manager noticed a leak from my water hook up, the washer in my hose was replaced right away. I didn’t even have to ask.
What impressed me the most about The Pines was its people. A family living across the street from my site played soccer with their children each night. The manager of the park knew my purpose for being there, and she asked on several occasions about Olive’s condition. Another resident heard about Olive and came by to express his concern and condolences. On the day before Olive died I did not know what the future held and whether I should book a few additional days or an entire week. The manager suggested that I wait until my stay came to an end, and I could pay then. In a world where people can pick up and leave in the middle of the night, she was kind enough and trusted enough to know that I would settle my accounts. When I returned the next day to tell her that Olive died, I could not contain my tears; she got up from her desk, came around to where I was standing, and hugged me.
I wasn’t thrilled to be in Starkville and I was going through a pretty tough time when I stayed there, and The Pines helped to make things just a little bit better. There were plenty of vacancies for RVs in the park, so if you ever find yourself in Starkville, check out The Pines. They even have pull-throughs.