There used to be a little place almost on the FL / GA border. It wasn’t really a campground as most people would define it. It was a little bungalow on a probably 10 acre lot with a horshoe-shaped driveway that went down the back and around back to the road. In the middle of the back area was a small bathhouse and a source of potable water. The only ‘services’ were 20 amp elec and a place to park for the night.
If you went through off season it was pretty empty, but during the snowbirds migrating times it was often full to overflowing.
It was ideally located, right off the highway and an easy day’s drive north of the entire west coast.
It too was something in the order of $10 a night, and if the owner (who was a vet) knew you were a vet you’d have to nearly arm wrestle him to get him to take the money.
I used to find I had a ‘spare’ bottle of Crown Royal that I could somehow convince him to take instead.
Last I heard the old fella passed away a few years back and the family stopped hosting.