Today, this blog is being written in Stickney Cabin at Rock Eddy Bluff, near Dixon, Missouri. Tom and Cathy Corey live in this lovely little cabin when they are at home, but while they’re gone, we’re looking after Holstein, the cat, and the hummingbirds and taking advantage of fast internet.
I have a few pictures from around their property. There are actually 4 cabins available for weekend or vacation rentals, two primitive ones called Line Camp and Phoebe’s Perch, and two modern three bedroom units, Turkey Ridge and Indian House Bluff. All are secluded and the views are just superb and very peaceful. It’s a lovely area for hiking. The Gasconade River is down below and there are canoes for the use of either the owners or visitors. Hammocks abound around the property so you can just lay back and rest if you want. This one is Phoebe’s Perch.
Turkey Ridge is just up the road from where we are parked in our RV.
Indian House Bluff is the most secluded, sitting off the main road and away from the other cabins.
The mailbox is on Maries Rd 511, which is just about half a mile from our RV up this lane.
As I said at the beginning, we are in charge of keeping the hummingbirds fed. It’s a twice daily job and they are very demanding!
On Thursday this week, we drove to Lebanon, MO to meet our friends Jim and Paulette Pruitt for lunch at Dowd’s Restaurant for fried catfish. We met Jim and Paulette at Desert Trails RV Park in Tucson in 2011 and although none of us have wintered there for several years, we’ve kept in close contact. They live in Rogersville now year round.
We’ve been attending the friendliest little country church we’ve ever seen in our travels since we’ve been here, Kenner Church of God. They accepted us as their own in 2012 when we stayed here and have taken us under their wing again this year. Today was Congregation Appreciation Sunday and the pastor and her husband provided a great lunch with more food than we could (or at least, should) eat. They had suggested that everyone dress as someone from another era, so LeRoy and I chose the time in which we grew up. I had a full skirt with a flowered apron and pearls, while LeRoy rolled up the sleeves of a white tee shirt and cuffed his jeans. The pastor has a collection of more than 200 old hats and about the same amount of gloves, so she shared the hats for ladies of the congregation to wear. I declined, since I don’t think June Cleaver would have worn her apron and a hat at the same time! We had a great time.
We plan to leave for our Silver Eagle rally in Nebraska in just two weeks if all goes as planned, so our time here is winding down. I can’t say that we will miss the chiggers, which have been especially bad this year, or the oppressive humidity, but we’ve had an enjoyable time here at Rock Eddy Bluff.