Eagle Rock Campground, on Table Rock Lake, in SW Missouri, is conveniently located right off highway 86. “Convenient” being an abstract phrase whose meaning changes some time between arriving at the conveniently located campground, and going to sleep beside the highway. The campground actually sits on both sides of the highway. I considered the low-level highway noise only slightly annoying (unlike our next night at nearby Roaring River State Park which is also divided by a highway).
Eagle Rock Campground, an Army Corp of Engineers park, offers 51 campsites. On the west side of the highway, most of the campsites next to the lake are non-electric, with the electric sites being further uphill. We stayed in site 18, which was the closest electric site to the lake, and I think the only site with water, and across from the shower house.
Overall, our site was pretty decent, with the exception of the washout from recent rainstorms. Judging from the amount of rock poured into the area between the table and the RV pad, rainstorms regularly flow through this site. The heavy rainstorms had also flooded lower campsites, and washed a lot of debris into the lake.
Amenities of Eagle Rock Campground include a shower house, drinking water, a dump station and electric hookups. Recreational activities at Eagle Rock Campground, mostly revolve around boating, with the east half of the park sitting next to the marina. But, the west side of the park also includes a swimming area, playground, and volleyball court. Strangely, it also has a cemetery. I suppose the park was built around it.
Thus began the quest of our hero, and his fair maiden, to find that magical place known as “the world”, and to drink of its supernatural elixir. This was the first night of their adventure. The great wizard, Greymatr, had directed them to stop here and rest for the night.
Perhaps the wizard was examining their fortitude and determination, perhaps he was testing their preparedness, and perhaps he was simply allowing them to rest before encountering the more rugged parts of their travels. Their quest to see the world, would indeed be a long and trying journey. And, indeed, it was on this night that they learned their newly replaced toilet was too tall, and their feet didn’t touch the floor.
In silence, our hero and his fair maiden sat, embracing nature. Was this place the world, or a glimpse of it? Was it somehow a magical portal, for viewing into the world they sought? Would they even know when they found the world? What were they actually looking for?
They didn’t know. They had much to learn. They also had to fix the toilet.