This place isn't even a shadow of what it was under the Swans (Dottie has since passed). It's fallen into wrack and ruin. The red barn for which it is named is falling down, although they may be trying to save it. The mini golf course is rotting away, the chickens and fresh eggs for purchase are gone, as are the sheep and alpaca pen and pick your own strawberry field. In their place is dirt, as they are packing in as many RV sites as possible, having ripped up the grass where family games used to be held on holidays (3-legged race, water balloon toss, etc.) and cut down most of the trees. It looks like a strip mining operation had taken up residence. In their place are garden sheds that they're pawning off as "cabins". Looking for a place to spend the weekend? Forget it. They don't want you. They're pushing for catering solely toward seasonal campers who will rent a site for $2,500/year where they're jammed very close to the neighbors. Snore and you'll wake them up. The very small handful of open sites are right on the highway with no shade to be had. We haven't been here in 13 years, and after this most recent experience, we won't ever be back.