We dislike staying in RV parks for many reasons, but when we do need to plug into the grid, we seek out the most offbeat, weird places to stay in a RV. Out of every state in America, Texas has more than its fair share of quirky RV trailer courts, and Landa RV Park in New Braunfels is the mutha’ of ’em all.
Landa This, Landa That
Our Landa Love Affair began back in the day, when NuRVers was just a baby and consisted of a core-group of hard-partying, crazy, full-time, child-free full-time RVers. A live-and-let-live bohemian vibe made Landa a great place to spend winter. You could pretty much do anything you wanted to as long as your racket wasn’t louder than the hourly freight trains that run directly behind the park.
Through the years, NuRVers have come and gone at Landa, and the winter party scene is no more. Management has also kicked out most of the DIY-RVers that kept things interesting (but a few still remain).
Yet for some reason, Jim and I felt compelled to spend a month along the Comal River once again. After all, it’s ground zero for the awesome Texas Hill Country music scene, everything is within biking distance and the rent is cheap, so why not, right?
The daily river toobing along this private stretch of the Comal River is awesome. Where else can you pay just $400 a month for rent and have a spring-fed, crystal-clear river at your back door? It just compels you to chill out!
But the longer we stayed there, the more that Landa’s many quirks got on our nerves. Like the off-leash dogs who shit everywhere and tormented Wyatt.
Then there was the nosy neighbors who felt it was OK to inquire about my “relationship with Jesus.”
The final straw was the neighboring family of five, who for some reason was allowed to rent a long-term spot while living in a pop-up tent trailer, despite Landa’s rules prohibiting non-self-contained RVs. Yes, there were five people living in there.
We’re not RV snobs by any means, and they wouldn’t have bothered us so much if the tween-aged kids weren’t rock-throwing maniacs (we think they were the cause of our mysteriously shattered RV window). And oh, if their mother wasn’t constantly screaming at the top her lungs for some reason or another.
All this piled on top of sleep deprivation from being awakened by train horns blaring at 3AM each night, got old real fast. When April was over, we couldn’t wait to leave. I’m not sure if we’ll ever stay there that long again, but if we do, the NuRVers crowd needs to have to hold a reunion so at least all of the partying will distract us from the Landa Looney Bin.
So long Landa.