We were out this weekend exploring new territory--a state park we've never been to, blazing trails we've never walked. I report: I'm in love with Sam A. Baker State Park!
It took King Ralph and I almost two hours to drive to the campground nestled at the base of Missouri's St. Francois Mountains. I selected our site (185) for its proximity to the Big Creek.
We returned to the camper, started a fire and played Jenga...of course King Ralph had his customary camping cigar.
Night was cold. I shivered. We cranked up the camper's heater. And snuggled. The propane tank went dry. Eek! No worries, King Ralph took to the outside (barefoot) at 4am to turn the other tank on. Heat! Aaahhh!
We woke to an impending beautiful day. After coffee and tea, I made a breakfast of sausage, eggs and cinnamon swirl French toast. Then it was off on a hike.
Next we absorbed the thick forest view at cabin two where patches of warm sun flooded between trees.
Once back at camp we sipped Bailey's on the rocks while stretched out in lounge chairs relaxing, soaking in the warm Fall sun. It was an absolutely gorgeous day!
Before dinner we took a four-wheel drive up Graves Mountain. As we headed back to camp we spotted the fire tower on the peak of the mountain, giving us perspective of where we'd been earlier in the day. It was back to a LDE candle light dinner
camper safety first!).
What's camping without a roaring fire and s'mores? King Ralph's fire was so large and hot my flip flop started smoking. Literally! And we could roast marshmallows while sitting at a distance in our chairs.
It was another cold Fall night, but we were toasty warm under mounds of quilts, with the furnace running--
33* and frosty outside, 66* and toasty inside.
The park's lodge serves breakfast, so we decided to give it try. My review of the breakfast is: been there, done that. After breakfast it was time to pack up and head home.