Plasse’s Resort

The location of this resort is nothing short of beautiful. For being out of the way, they do a nice job with trying to bring some sense of civilization to your Sierra camping experience.
If you are able to eat at the restaurant on one of the evenings that they are having their prime rib special, you are in for a treat.

I was on a mission.
To get my daughter to Band Camp for an 8 day retreat, adventure (adventure being key…) in the high Sierra’s.
As a child, I remember camping here, and after much recollection, I re-​call not much, so it seems.
I remember the dirt, the horses, I believe it was here that as a 2 – 3 year old, I firmly announced to my family that «I was not BORN», but had «arrived on a white horse»…Probably due to the fact the we have pictures of me astride (kind of) a white horse in the family photo albums.
I remember a meadow along a stream where I «caught» a trout. Later to find that «they» had tricked me, by putting a dead trout on the line and casting it out for me to real in… Ohhh, the treachery of PARENTS!
I remember the port-​o-​potty we used and even at that young tender age, being repulsed by it, BUT, THERE WERE HORSES!
The horses are still there. And you can horse camp. And there was some fine horse flesh there.
Now, If I could only say the same for the rest of the patronage…
With a limping car driving 2 ½ hrs to 3 hrs into the high alpines of 8000′, we finally made our destination 5 hrs later, after «resting «the car in Jackson for an hour, and brunch, which was OK. (Jackson Rancheria-​later review).
It was dirty, pretty, dirty, hot, dirty, very cold (45′) at night, dirty, and full of dirty, drunk cranksters.
After, driving down a hair-​pin road, down a granite face into the resort, we were informed they had no knowledge of our reso, but took my word for it from one of the only non-​crankster ladies in her 50’s (and very nice).
We were hungry and opted, or not as there is no option for eating,(I will not saying dining), at the «resort’s «restaurant».
The waitress missing part of her teeth that were black, and more cross eyed than any of the Bush family, kept complaining of being slammed. My daughter was like, what? As there was only us and a 3 top, 2 top and 4 top w/​kids in the inside and a party of 12 outside w/​3 waitresses?!
Long story short, same scenario today for «breakfast», although I barely touched mine. Same complaints of being slammed, add in a disgrunted pig of a loud mouth that walked into the kitchen complaining of her service the previous night. She was the head of the 12 from that nite.
Now, we watched her party that started in the bar 2 hours previous to them deciding to eat, and then watched as her party proceeded to drink more than eat…
Needless to say she created quit an uncomfortable scene for all in the restaurant, especially for the couple w/​their young son, who only wanted their bill, so they could get their son out of there. They waited patiently (I would have left), for 30 minutes.
We waited 45min for a side of bacon, sausage which was the nastiest ever! hash browns and kids french toast!
Then the sever that was trying to calm the hog down started complaining outloud how she was going to fire this person and that over leaving creamer by the ice tea… What?!
Other than that, there is no lake camping, the H2O too cold to swim in, the bathroom’s, outhouses aren’t even chemical and un-​usable, the bathhouse in disgusting, and there is no was to fish from the southern location they are in. Totally horrible experience except for our cool neighbors!
1 star– horse camping
1 star– so many stars!