Bass River Resort

It was a weekend trip. The blacksmith and I had been invited by the son, his wife, and three grand kids to go along!

Our destination was Bass River Resort in Steelville MO.

The Casita at site #298. It was a really big camp ground. You can tell that by our high number. And they went even higher.

We arrived just after one big thunder and lightening storm. So big, in fact, the entire camp ground had no electricity, which meant no water. Thank goodness our camper had a bathroom with a reserve water tank that was full!  The electricity came on about 9 and the entire camp ground broke out in cheers. But it was short lived, it went right back off and stayed off until after we went to bed. About 11:31 we woke up to cheers.  This time it stayed on.

The son and family were camped just 2 sites away from us. I was so glad they asked us to go. The last time we camped with the son, was in the 80's. He was much younger then. Come to think of it so were we.

There was river time. The water was cold.

There was sun bathing time.

There was minnow, crayfish, and tadpole hunting going on too.

Card playing broke out too. Hot games of "Go fish", very appropriate since the two grown men forgot their fishing poles.

Bananagrams was played.

Marshmallow roasting is always a necessity.

It was a very restful weekend.

Peaceful river setting.

Now lets talk about the food.

FATTIES.  Google fattie recipes, there are forum and recipe pages galore.

Heart attack waiting to happen, I think.

But gosh were they good!

Take 2 lbs of bacon. If you can weave a basket, then you can make these!  Just kidding. Next add about pound of hamburger, throw on some seasonings.

Cream cheese went next, topped with jalapenos and a good squirt of BBQ sauce.

Roll them up good and tight.

The guys grilled them along with corn on the cob. With their grill they could just flip the entire grill.

Okay I need to apologize, I didn't get a picture of the uncut finished product. But you get the picture, right?

Man were they good. So good, we were awarded the leftovers, doubling the chances of the son's father having a heart attack.

Sunday morning as we were packing up, along with hundreds of other campers, the trash bin was over flowing. Here is where the backhoe came into play. First it looked like this.

A few stomps with the bucket and it all fit with room to spare. 

It was a great weekend, except it went way too fast. Thanks Jeremy, Lori, and kids for inviting the old people. Hope we didn't slow you all down any.

Speaking of fast, this little girl never slowed down all weekend.

It closing, I am posting this picture for you Karen, just so you can see I made it on a horse. I am the third from the end, yes behind the tree!

Not!!!!