Palm Creek Golf & RV Resort, Casa Grande AZ — A Week Under the Palms

I spent a winter week at Palm Creek with my mom, our fifth-wheel, and a cooler full of oranges. We wanted sun, golf, and a quiet spot to breathe. We got most of that—and a little more.

First Look: Wide Streets, Tall Palms, Big Smiles

Check-in was easy. A friendly guard waved us through the gate, and the welcome team handed me a map, a parking tag, and the activity sheet that looked like a school schedule. The streets felt wider than most parks, which helps when you’re tired and towing. The grass near the golf holes was bright. The palms swayed a bit. I could feel my shoulders drop.

I thought it might feel too big. Then I found the cozy corners—the pottery room with clay dust, the dog park at dusk, and the shady bench by hole 4.

Our Site: Level Pad, Hot Water, No Guesswork

We had a back-in site with a concrete pad. Full hookups: 50-amp, water, sewer. The pressure was strong and steady, but not silly. The pad was level, so setup was a 10-minute job—chalks, slides out, done. We parked a 35-foot rig and still had room for our truck. The picnic table needed a wipe, but that’s desert life.

Wi-Fi worked for email and light streaming in the afternoon. In the evening it got slow. My Verizon hotspot saved the day when I had to upload photos. If you need Zoom calls, bring a backup.

Golf: Short Course, Big Grins

The on-site course is an 18-hole, short-game style track. Lots of par 3 shots, greens that run true, and not much water to scare you. It’s friendly for newer players but still fun if you care about your wedge game.

  • Morning tee times fill fast. I grabbed an 8:12 one day and a 2:40 the next.
  • Pace of play was solid—about 3 hours for us, walking with push carts.
  • The bunkers had good sand, not powder. My mom even got up and down once, which made her week.

One tip: bring a light jacket. The 7 a.m. breeze can nip. By hole 6, you’ll be peeling layers.

Pickleball, Pools, and Pottery: Choose Your Chaos

Pickleball is the heartbeat here. Courts were busy at sunrise. I joined a beginner clinic; the coach kept it simple and kind. I lost count of my “sorry!” shots, but hey, I met three people within ten minutes. That’s the sport.

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The pools were clean, warm, and not loud. I did water aerobics on Tuesday. We kicked, we laughed, we stretched. It felt like summer P.E., in the best way. Later, I ducked into the pottery studio and threw a wobbly bowl. It’s ugly-cute, and I’m keeping it.

There’s more: lawn bowling, softball games in the late afternoon, line dancing, card rooms, and a sewing space where the hum of machines sounds like rain. It’s a lot, but you don’t have to do it all. I didn’t. I took naps.

Food and Coffee: Simple, Handy, No Fuss

There’s an on-site café with hot coffee, bagels, and breakfast burritos. The burrito with eggs and green chile hit hard after a round. One night there was live music on the patio and a pop-up taco stand. We shared a plate, then walked the dog under a cotton-candy sky.

If you want more, Fry’s and Walmart are about 10 minutes away. We grabbed rotisserie chicken, salad kits, and a bag of clementines that tasted like candy.

Dogs and Walks: Happy Pup, Happy Me

Two fenced dog areas: one for small dogs, one for the big goofs. Water bowls, benches, and bags at the gate. I liked the gravel paths for evening walks; fewer stickers in paws. The sunset views turn the mountains purple. That’ll fix a mood.

There’s also a dog wash station by one of the laundries. Warm water. No wrestling with a slippery hose. Bless whoever planned that.

Noise, Weather, and Little Things You Notice

  • Quiet at night. You’ll hear a cart or two in the morning as the grounds crew heads out.
  • Wind picked up one afternoon and brought a bit of dust. It’s Arizona; bring eyedrops and chapstick.
  • Laundry rooms were clean and open. I found a free dryer at 1 p.m., which felt like winning a prize.
  • Mail and packages went to a staffed center. I grabbed a small Amazon box with no hassle.

Day Trips Worth Doing

If you have extra days and don't mind a change of scene, consider tacking on a visit to Log Cabin Resort & RV Park for a mountain-lake vibe that contrasts nicely with Palm Creek’s desert sunshine.

If your route carries you west into California’s Gold Country, carve out a few nights at the 49er Village RV Resort in Plymouth—its proximity to wineries and historic mining towns makes it a natural extension of the journey.

What Bugged Me (A Little)

  • Price in peak season is high. You’re paying for the scene, not just a spot.
  • Sites are close. You can hear your neighbor’s coffee grinder if your window’s open.
  • Pickleball courts get packed. If you want quiet, ask for a site farther from the action.
  • Wi-Fi slows in the evenings. Hotspot helps.

Tiny Tips That Help

  • Book early for winter months.
  • Bring a bike. It’s faster than walking and more fun than driving.
  • A small water softener is nice. The tap runs hard here.
  • If golf is your thing, snag a multi-round pass at check-in and set tee times right away.

The Vibe and My Take

Palm Creek feels like a small city of friendly hobbies. It’s active, social, and a little shiny. I came for golf and sun. I stayed for the kind faces in the pottery room and the quiet walks at dusk. You know what? I thought it would feel too busy for me. And sometimes it was. But then I’d find a bench by the green and watch someone sink a long putt, and all I could do was grin.

Snowbirds looking to chase the sun farther east might consider a stint at Victoria Palms RV Resort in Donna, Texas, which matches Palm Creek’s lively activity calendar with a breezy South Texas backdrop.

Would I come back? Yep—especially in January or early February. I’d ask for a site on a side street, plan my tee times, and keep my mornings slow. It’s not perfect. It is happy. And sometimes, that’s the win.