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| 12 June 2002 Weather Rock Campground Warrenton IN As we made our way back to Missouri, we serendipitiously came upon one of the kitschy-est campgrounds ever - Weather Rock Campground. You should know -- I LOVE kitsch. I LIVE for kitsch! So this place was right up my street, and it had a pool, too, which I had all to myself -- what luxury! |
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| Legend Of The Great Weather Rock "Many centuries ago when the lands were wild, and animals roamed free, a tribe of warriors hunted in the area. They depended on the GREAT WEATHER ROCK! Each day the chief would go to the GREAT ROCK for guidance on the day's hunting. From this information, he would either fish, hunt the mighty buffalo, or stay inside. The tribe prospered; plenty food. Other tribes learned of this and became jealous and greedy. A great war was waged over the GREAT WEATHER ROCK! This angered the GREAT ROCK, and sent winds, snow, blizzards, tornadoes and torrential rains all over the land. This flooded the land and all the greedy tribes perished. When the sun came out, and the water receded, all that was left was the GREAT WEATHER ROCK. For centuries, the rock remained hidden until RICK (campground owner) discovered it and its great powers. Since then we have depended on the GREAT WEATHER ROCK to forcast the weather and to help guide the many travellers who camp here. Like every great legend, this one has a moral. Don't be greedy; share your WEATHER ROCK with others!" |
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| The Weather Rock isn't this campground's only attraction, however. There's a delightfully kitschy miniature golf course with each hole adorned by what I can only describe as a 'hillbilly bear'. |
| According to a newspaper article in the office, the owner had a dream for nine years to build this miniature golf course, and had at last realized it. If you ask me, he deserves more scope for his genius - Disney World ought to hire him. I guess he had more of the bear figures than he needed for the golf course, because every time you turned around, there was another one, peeking out from behind a tree or something. Then there was my favorite - the giant rod and reel, with a bass on the line which adorned the space in front of the office. A tour de force! |
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