Canyonville is a tiny town nestled in the rugged hills of southwest Oregon. But the city really doesn’t matter because we didn’t see it; we spent all three days resting in the embrace of the Seven Feathers RV Resort, arguably the best RV park we have visited on the GTW.
As I mentioned, it all starts with service. The check-in and escort to the site were the best we have experienced. The entrance/registration portico had the feel of a first-rate resort hotel. The site itself was a perfectly level concrete pad with lush grassy strips on either side with plenty of room for the slides. All sites (nearly 200) were beautifully landscaped, with trees, bushes and manicured mulch. Two sewer connections, front and back, made hooking up the sewer lines a snap. Cable TV, 50-amp electric and sweet water. The perfect site.
Other amenities? A beautiful stream that runs the length of the park, a very nice laundry, a barbeque area, a nice reading room, a beautiful pool with hottub and the most amazing individual bathroom/shower facilities that we have seen anywhere.
The complex includes a full-service truck stop (yes, they actually pumped my diesel when I filled up) with a very nice mini-mart and deli, and a casino that gave Jett a $140 return on a $20 investment. They also had a $14 buffet which was not as good at the Bellagio’s, but was much more economical and quite good.
The whole complex is owned and operated by the Cow Creek Band of the Umpqua Tribe of Indians. Really. I don’t know what the Umpquas did before they got into the casino/RV biz, but they are really good at what they do now.
We had two interesting neighbors during our stay. One was an Open Range fifth wheel – the first one we have seen (we have seen two other OR’s but both were travel trailers) and a cute 15-foot ultra-compact trailer.
We enjoyed our stay despite the weather. It rained about 90% of the time, including a fierce storm on Monday that kept us inside all day (expect for the required doggy walks). Not a great few days of weather, but the park was awesome. We were happy that we weren’t on the coast where an 84 mph gust flipped a fifth wheel. We rocked pretty hard at times, but stayed upright.