Indian Pointe COE Campground- Branson, Missouri
The rain waved goodbye at Prairie Creek and gave us a wet welcome at Indian Pointe Campground. Usually, I don’t mind an occasional shower but outdoor activities aren’t much fun. The roads getting to this destination reminded me of being on a roller coaster, climbing up a hill only to reach its apex, and before you know, its descent begins. The winding portions were not ones we wish to navigate in the dark. At times, I would look over to Mitch only to see him actively focusing on the road ahead, and I could tell this drive was stressful for him.
On the few days, it didn’t rain, we kayaked the Table Top Lake and rode our bikes around the town. Branson is very much a tourist town with a multitude of different restaurants, shops, and activities. My favorites were the Amish shop and Dave’s 5 & 10 cent store. Dave’s was like going back to our childhood as they had toys and candy most stores don’t even sell anymore. We squeezed in a 3-mile hike in Table Rock State Park and took a chance the grounds would be semi-dry. Throughout the three miles, we had the trail to ourselves. It was a leisurely hike through the woods on a well-marked trail. We finished our trek with mud-caked boots, and the mosquitoes had feasted on my exposed flesh. Note to self – add mosquito repellent to the hiking pack.
There are some drawbacks to traveling in your RV. Coming into the park, the RV went off the road and damaged a part of our independent suspension. When we sent the picture to the company, they overnighted us a new spring and shock. We were supposed to depart the park on Friday, and we could not extend our stay since there was no availability. Campers took advantage of the three-day holiday, and not one site was available in the area. We couldn’t move on to our new location as it wouldn’t be safe to drive any long distance. Fast forward, after multiple calls to RV techs and searching for another place until this could get fixed, we were able to secure a space at the hotel across the street. Thanks to Mitch’s canvassing local property owners to find a space to fit our RV. Martin, the hotel owner, was kind enough to let us stay overnight. He wouldn’t even accept any compensation. Somewhere down the road, we need to repay his kindness forward. We hit the jackpot when we could get an RV tech to come out on a Saturday. This event has taught us adaptability. It’s not always going to be perfect, so view the ill weather and hiccups along the way as all part of the grand journey.
