Best Campsite on the Buffalo
Our first night campsite might be the best one I have ever experienced on any Ozark River. It was beautifully elevated above the river like a little plateau.
And it offered a wonderful, commanding view down stream.
Majestic Campsite on the Buffalo River
We had picturesque bluffs to our left. And on the front side, we had our campsite aimed toward the river where it was channeling down into a narrow elbow that would gently disappear into the hills on the right. I felt a little stately when I kicked back in my lounger from such a lofty position with an elegant view. Contentment…
(even a nice photo can only begin to point at the beauty of this site)
The current of the river is fairly swift as it narrows down to this tiny bend before us; so the sounds of moving water are constant but slightly muffled by our elevated lodge. Soothing…
What a grand theater, what an amphitheater! We’ve got the best seats in the house unless there’s a tree house or hobbit hole(available)that overlooks the river.
The visual aesthetics are spectacular and the acoustics are pertect. These are some of the best elements you could ever hope for in a campsite. Ours must have been pointed to the right stars and our hearts properly aligned with the cosmos, for the River Gods blessed us with an unforgettable place of beauty and peace. Inspired…
This special place already has me yearning for a quick return to the Buffalo.
(I look forward to sharing information on the essentials of “camping on rocks” in future posts…)
October 28th, 2010 saat: 4:55 am
River Gods! Awesome! Thank you for sharing with the rest of us a little of the magic of that sacred place.
November 15th, 2010 saat: 2:03 pm
Have you ever camped on Jim’s Bluff? It is a great spot to camp and you can hike out to a place called the Goat’s Trail to see an awesome view of the Buffalo.
January 3rd, 2011 saat: 1:44 am
That is a nice spot. That picture makes me want to be there. I’m enjoying your site.
May 12th, 2011 saat: 10:03 pm
I follow your blog through the seasons and the spring entry reminds me of our good friends from, “The Wind in the Willows”, which awakens a deep longing, a mingling of joy and grief from within, achingly beautiful, as mentioned in the chapter, “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn”. You live up to the heritage of your last name, being Welsh: “To be born Welsh is to be born privileged, not with a silver spoon in your mouth, but music in your blood, and poetry in your soul.” Wilfred Wilson