The Masters, Daniel Field, a few years ago.
I coincidentally made a refuel and nostalgia stop there during the Masters. The first inkling that all was not normal was Arnold Palmer's jet just ahead of me, parked. The ramp guy came out and asked if I intended to stay overnight, as all spaces were full. No, just here to get some food, and fill the tank with gas.
He instructed me to get out, and we turned the Cessna 172 SKYHAWK (Gotta take some pride in having the upscale version of a plain Cessna). We pushed it in between Palmers and Jack Nicklaus's jets, chocked all 3 wheels with BIG chocks, and headed in to the office. I left instructions to fill the tanks, and my wife and I walked to a nearby restaurant for lunch. On return, I asked if any of the 4 N numbers in my log book were still there, one was, and we went out into the hanger to see the freshly restored Piper J 3 Cub, and climbed in for the nostalgia part of the stop. This is where, in 1957, I took my first flying lessons.
Back at the desk, had a chat with the gal who had been behind the desk when I took the lessons (Now very much retired).
The cost of that stop? The regular cost of the gallons pumped, no other fees. If I wanted to stay overnight, and tour Fort Gordon? Find a different airport, big money has all the spaces filled.
True transients are accommodated, but the people who reserve way ahead effectively own Daniel Field for the Masters.