Sometimes, right when you think the river’s turned against you—people indifferent, hospitality scarce—you land somewhere that feels immediately like home. That’s exactly what happened when we drifted ashore at Riverview RV Park, just outside Krotz Springs.
Blake and Alexa welcomed us without hesitation. Within minutes, we had rusted tin charm, reclaimed wood aesthetics, and genuine laughter filling the air. Offers of authentic Cajun dinners (turtle? gator?), deliveries of gas and delicious boudin. A quick spin on the golf cart turned into muddy adventures, getting hilariously stuck, rescue operations, and sudden summer storms. And that was just our first afternoon.
What started as a brief stop turned into days of laughter, stories, and kindness. Blake and Richie even drove two hours to help retrieve our truck and trailer from our launch point on the Red River, making our next leg possible.
Would we stay the whole week, catch fireworks, music, and dancing at Krotz Springs? Sadly, no—we must keep moving downstream. But Riverview RV Park stays in our hearts.
Fine folks, beautiful place—perfect for boaters, kayakers, and road-weary travelers alike. If your travels take you down the Atchafalaya, swing by and tell them we sent you.
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