As we work our way across country not every place we stay has some earth shattering news worthy info but we do get to see some really nice campgrounds. You've got to admit, this is lovely.
A short walk around the area took us to this lake. Signs talk about fishing, boating and canoeing, but NO SWIMMING! All we could assume is there are piranhas or something. Otherwise, tranquil and lovely.
If you've driven past Effingham Illinois on I-70, you've probably seen this huge cross so I'm not going to tell you about if you've already seen it.
Our trek west then takes us to Missouri. In this case, Boomtown Campground in Charleston MO. I'll bet from the name you'd never know they sold fireworks! A bang up spot.
On our trip west in 2010, we stopped at Fort Stockton and complained about the pervasive burrs. Well, we've found them again, at Charleston MO. Check the photo carefully and you'll see that Yosemite has gotten himself into a bad spot. Walking through the campsite hooked you up with 30 to 50 of this little buggers. I spent more time picking them off my shoes; I should have thrown my crocs away, it would have been quicker.
Only a couple of miles away on the other side of the Mississippi (big bridge, huh?) was Cairo, IL. It used to be a real river barge destination but now is almost a ghost town.
A lookout point shows barge activity on the Mississippi.
This is one of the beautiful homes that was built in Cairo during the heydays of the area. Now its a museum a midst the ruins and squalor of the town. Part of the main street had collapsed years ago, perhaps a sinkhole, and there are road barriers around the hole. The weird part is that trees have grown in the hole to over 20 feet above ground level. How many years of neglect would that take? Sorry, I forgot to take a picture. By that time we were getting hungry and there were no restaurants in town so we were in a hurry to leave.
After leaving Charleston, we stopped in Searcy Arkansas for a day to get our window leaks fixed and then headed to Idabel Oklahoma. If you get a map, you'l see that our trip actually makes sense as far as getting to California, eventually. Anyway, we stopped at Golf Course RV Resort in Idabel. Trust me, there was no golf course and it certainly wasn't a resort. My philosophy is that every area has something unique about it. Idabel may be the exception. Although, a first for me, I was given the finger for offering another driver the right of way. Apparently, courtesy is frowned upon here. No problemo. I'll just clean the bugs off my window and head for newer pastures.
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