It was a nice place, considering they offered only drive-in (rather than hike-in) camping. Usually this means that you're going to be kept awake most of the night listening to the folks in the Winnebagos to your left and right adjust the radio, watch television, and fight over the family Wii. I can say without exaggeration that we have experienced all those things. Our first night, there was a rowdy group of teenagers chugging beers and guffawing well into the night, but they had mysteriously disappeared by the time I woke up. The second night, the Loudy McLoudLouds camped at the single available electric site a few "doors" down. But even that didn't bother me so much. It could have been much worse.
It was actually pretty charming. The site we picked looked like our own little desert island.
We walked, biked, hiked, swam, read, rested, and ate very well (steamed zucchini the first night, pork chop tacos the second). It was lovely to spend so much time outside--and to come home with the freckles/burns to show for it.