We thank our stars

Tuesday, May 16th, 2017

We are proud of the reviews of Rock Eddy Bluff Farm. We are almost consistently 5 Stars. But wait a minute. Why is that? It’s not the whole story.

     Thanks to the information on our webpage and elsewhere on the internet, guests at Rock Eddy Bluff Farm know in advance what to expect — if this place is for them. No, we are not for everyone!   Those folks attracted to tourist crowds and flurries of activity are not those who come here. (In fact, those folks may rate us lower.) Rather, guests come here to get away from all that. Our folks are different.

Folks who come to Rock Eddy are much like us. There is a kinship. So, we might reliably presume the reasons our guests chose to come here: They come for the breeze in the trees, the peace in the hills, the fish in the river, jaunts up the creek, the wildlife in the timber, splashing in the water, evenings around the campfire, the hooting of owls and the singing of coyotes, rest. Same as us.

And, judging from the reviews we get, they love it here.



Fishing at Rock Eddy Bluff Farm

Thursday, July 7th, 2016

“I don’t know much,” I tell them.  “I can tell you where I see fishermen hang out on the river, the locations where they seem to catch fish.  But, since I am such a lousy fisherman myself, you need to know more about it than I do.”

In Rock Eddy below the bluff, you will find a point where the slough meets the river bending around a long island.   In the swirl created at that meeting point is where I see most fishermen.   Folks also can be seen fishing near the large rocks in the river below us, and I see them drifting and casting next the rocks along the shore.

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Rock Eddy Below the Bluff

But, folks who know fishing seem to do rather well in Rock Eddy.  Most use artificial lures and a spinner rig.  Guests at Rock Eddy Bluff Farm use one of our canoes or the jon boat found at the bottom of our trail to the river.

Click here for a discussion of Fishing for smallmouth bass in Missouri.

p.s. The other day I was fishing with my grandson, David, next to the big rock (Thox Rock).  I can’t explain what happened, but somehow I fell out of the boat.  Splash, right in the water!  As I was getting back in the boat I got the biggest strike of the day.  Bent the rod double.  But, of course I did not land it.  It was another of our infrequent fishing exploits.  I am certain that David often giggles when he thinks of fishing with grandpa.

 The Crew at Rock Eddy


New faces at Rock Eddy Bluff Farm

Monday, June 20th, 2016

They are becoming ensconced in the Bluffhouse overlooking the River.  “THEY” are our daughter, Heather, son-in-law, Paul Walker, and munchkins: Declan (10), Lily Grace (8), Raleigh (5), and Rowan (3).  What a crew!!

This is a big change for all us us The Walkers come complete with a dog, two horses and lots of energy.  The old folks — Tom & Kathy have taken up residence in Stickney Hall Cottage, roughly 200 yards distant from “the crew.”

The plan is to turn “the crew” into a well-oiled machine, specializing in cleaning and making up cabins, as well as repairing, lifting, greeting guests, and the myriad of must-do jobs here in the hills.

DSCN1116Tom and Kathy are still getting around, though perhaps a bit slower.  We are so pumped about having the Walkers here and getting to see the grandchildren “up close and personal” as they grow up.   It is a privilege accorded to only a few.

Mobilizing the crew to do their jobs requires “The Beast,” shown in the photo.  From the left: Heather, Rowan, Raleigh, Lily Grace, Declan, Paul, Kathy & Tom

We have indoctrinated the crew on what wonderful folks we have as our Guests here on the Farm.  “You will meet and enjoy folks  that you would otherwise not be in contact with,” we tell them.  Already the kids have paired up with guest’s kids and had a high old time splashing in the creek.

There will be more to come, no doubt!

Los Abuelitos, Kathy and Tom

The Great Mama Road (Route 66)

Saturday, May 14th, 2016

If you had wings and could fly south at Rock Eddy Bluff Farm, you would reach the old Mother Road (Rt. 66) in roughly 12 miles.    For those of us who can’t fly across the river, a bridge is required.  That puts the mileage at about 25 miles.

Today it is shown  on maps only as an historic road, bits and scraps of it.  You can’t go all the way to California on it any more.  But, of the pieces of it that are left , many are located near to us.  Segments, that’s all you get.  Yet many of  those pieces of highway traverse the remains of motor courts that were here when the road was nothing but adventure.  Derelict gas stations, pull offs, road houses, many are still here. Fading.13122889_1188686087817733_1397099922721659154_o

If you intend to explore remains of the old road, ask us to direct  you to a still operating road house.  It is the Elbow Inn in Devil’s Elbow, MO.  Now let’s explain: it can be loosely termed a “biker bar” now as the bikers show up en masse on Wednesdays.  Beyond that, it is just a fun place — good beer, pool table, and, some top notch BBQ.  It was a more modest road house in the old days on Rt. 66.  Now, it may offend the squeamish as the ceiling hangs with brassieres from perhaps more immodest young ladies.

We love it however, and love traveling old pieces of the road that snaked thru small burgs and thrust boldly down main street in many larger towns of a slightly more urban atmosphere.  Think California dreaming’, mountains, deserts, open road with little traffic and finally blue water.

Our Best from the Bluff,   Tom & Kathy  Rock Eddy Bluff Farm




The Foundling: a new dog at the bluff

Tuesday, April 26th, 2016

Somehow she found her way to Rock Eddy Bluff Farm.  To us!  Our lives intersected last fall.  We like to think that after a rough start in her dog life, Polly found her way to dog heaven at Rock Eddy.

Perhaps you will recall that our dog, Ike The Fat Bastard, ended his life in June of last year.  Losing him was wrenching, but since that time we haDSCN1064d not mentioned a replacement for Ike.   The year moved ahead, months turning like pages.   Then, one day in October we received news.   Our guests had found them– obviously dumped, three dogs at the small parking lot at Clifty Creek Natural Area near Rock Eddy Bluff.

The three of them had no experience in the outside world.  Evidence showed that they had been caged…. and starved.  They simply remained where they had been turned out.  Hoping!  Of the three, Polly was the worst, just a skeleton in a shaggy blonde coat.
And, she had obviously had pups at some point in her  young life.  (The vet estimated she was from one to three years of age.)DSCN1075

Unlike so many stories of dumped dogs, this one turned out well.  We claimed Polly, but that left two more dogs: a yellow lab and a younger golden retriever.  Perhaps it was providence: Some women were enjoying a girls weekend at Turkey Ridge Cottage.  We had mentioned to them the sad story of the dumped dogs.  “Can we see them?”  They both were then claimed, two of the women quickly on their phones, pleading with their husbands.

She is our dog now.  Even now, Polly will not venture far from the house.  And, she will eat practically anything.  She loves a slice of apple.  She is attentive, always near, anxious for her petting.  She has been found.

From the Bluff, Tom, Kathy, dogs: Polly & Peevee, and cat: Holstein



Old Horse, Sad Day

Saturday, March 19th, 2016

The mare was in pain.  It showed easily in the way she stood and moved.  Her discomfort was hard to watch.  She was a beloved family horse.  Now, the days of brisk rides in fields or woods were over.  She was beyond that.  She was about 25 years old.

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If you have never had to face it, the act of putting a horse down is complicated.  You must schedule the backhoe for the digging of the hole.  You must make certain of a veterinarian with the proper chemical for the euthanasia.  In our case recently, we decided that those grandkids who wished could watch the procedure.  Then there are the tears and the covering of the hole.

DSCN1026The tears are for the good times shared with the mare over the years.   But, we must also recognize that the mare had people who cared enough about her to put her to rest peacefully, to put an end to the pain.  Also, a little girl to pat her and tell her that everything will be alright

The mare’s name was Phoebe.

Goodbye Phoebe!

From Rock Eddy Bluff,  Tom & Kathy

Found on the internet, a surprise.

Thursday, March 3rd, 2016

We were pleased when a guest sent us a post “Six Totally Awesome Nature Spots in Missouri“.   #1 on the list: Clifty Creek.  Now, Clifty Creek Hollow is within view from our two cottages perched on the land above the river.  As it breaks out of the hollow and meanders thru the river bottom land, Clifty Creek merges with the Gasconade River right below Rock Eddy Bluff where our canoes are located.  See article here.

Cliffy Creek Hollow has played a major role in our lives here at Rock Eddy Bluff Farm.  Tom grew up making adventures up the creek and we both have spent many, many enjoyable hours there.  It is even great during the winter, as this photo of our long-time guests and friends shows.


So we were pleased again to find buried in the material used in the above article, a blog from another of our guests featuring many Clifty Creek photos.   Check them out.

We were down on the creek a couple of days ago.  Buds on the soft maples are swelling.  Soon Clifty Hollow will be bustin’ out with spring.  It is sumptin to see!

Hoping we’ll see ya soon, Kathy & Tom



Rock Eddy Bluff From On High

Saturday, February 6th, 2016

We are getting that feelin’.  No, winter is not over, but neighbors are pouring over seed catalogs.  Our resident bald eagles
are on their nest below the bluff.  We have been visiting old house places back in the timber hereabouts, thinking about how it was living in these hill years ago.

DCIM100MEDIADJI_0011.JPGWeather has been good enough that our nearest neighbor (about one mile) has gotten his drone
out.  With a couple of pictures he has taken, I figure I can show you around a little.

This photo has the sinewy Gasconade River coursing through the valley.  Near the left side (you may need to enlarge) you can see the line of limestone bluffs sitting above the river.  These bluffs towers over an eddy (a deeper, slower section of the river) where several large boulders protrude above the surface.  (Thus, our namesake Rock Eddy Bluff)  You’ll find us atop those bluffs.  Our cottages and cabins are just out of view.

The photo below shows the Bluffhouse (our residence) from on high.  At an altitude of over 200 feet above the river level we are well out of reach of high water.

For you fishermen, a popular fishing spot can be seen just below the bluff, near the entrance to the slough opening at left.


Our canoes and boat at located a short distance up this slough.   They’re available to you anytime.  Smallmouth and largemouth bass lurk there.

We are hoping for a wonderful season this year with our regular guests and folks we have not met.  We think our guests are special folk — people who welcome relaxing, secluded getaways away from the crowds.  That’s us!

Use this link to check the schedule.

Best Wishes from Tom & Kathy,                                                                             Rock Eddy Bluff Farm




Ike, The Fat Bastard

Tuesday, June 16th, 2015

 He got old.  He wore out.  He lived with us for fourteen years.  We know nothing about his life before he came to us, and we don’t know how old he was when he arrived.  We speak of him in the past tense because today we had to put him down.  Ike died today.

I think it is safe to say that those who knew Ike loved him.  But, he was a strange dog.  He was a big, gentle bum of a dog who simply did things his own way.  He was a labrador retriever (at least in part)  and avoided the water, never going into the creek or river deeper than his chest.

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He lived in the shed for the most part; under the truck or tucked into his own little home built of hay bales and plywood.    He waged a private war with possums and at least half of the time they would trick Ike by “playing possum”, then waiting until he was distracted before sneaking off.  Raccoons drove him crazy also, but they did not come in contact.

Big, gentle Ike The Fat Bastard was the unofficial greeter and tour guide here at Rock Eddy Bluff Farm.   He rarely met another dog that he did not like.   He loved to ride in the car or in the side-by-side we use to run around the place.  Otherwise, he was uncooperative, following his own odd instincts instead of allowing your wishes.


Ike was clairvoyant.   He loved to be petted, but he could discern your intentions a mile off.  Petting was welcome, but if you had any intention to treat him for fleas, groom him, or touch him for another purpose,  he knew your carefully-disguised plan immediately.

He was an old country dog that came to live with us.  Now we have lost him.

Goodbye from Tom & Kathy  (The Hired Man and Misses)


Clifty Creek Natural Area

Sunday, May 10th, 2015

Beautiful, wild Clifty Hollow has been a revered fixture in these parts since well before I was a boy.  I can tell stories!  Ask me some time….

It is near Rock Eddy Bluff.  In fact,  the hollow can easily be seen from either Rock Eddy Bluff or the cottage at Indian House Bluff.  In winter, the lack of foliage almost allows a view of the centerpiece of Clifty Hollow, the natural bridge.  A few years ago the Missouri Conservation Department installed an easy walking trail from the gravel road to the natural bridge  — a lovely 2-mile round trip.   Now, that hike is quite popular with our guests.Clifty Creek Natural Bridge

Here you can learn more and plan your own commune with nature:  Clifty Creek Conservation Area


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