The girls and I rolled into River Bend RV Resort on W6940 Rubidell Road with the same wide-eyed wonder we did back in 2019 when we came for the first time. River Bend feels like that kind of place that knows how to wrap families in laughter – 700+ roomy sites tucked along the Crawfish River, an 8,000 sq. feet with twin 350-foot slides, a heated pool, and a tiki bar that lights up the night.

The real magic lives beyond the amenities. I wandered the shoreline just as golden hour draped the water in diamonds. Canada geese squabbled and sprayed feathers like confetti while a lone hammock waited for stories yet to be told. The dock creaked a welcome, and the river breathed a slow hymn that sounded an awful lot like grace.

Walking throughout the RV park along the Crawfish River led me to a dead end. I heard some noises and looked up. High in a bare sycamore about 200+ feet away was a mama bald eagle and her three fuzzy nestlings. (Next time I will bring my larger lens that I left at home). In that sacred hush I felt Psalm 91 come alive: “He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge.” This is God’s reminder that – even here amid squealing kids, splashing slides, and campfire guitars – He shelter every heart that wanders home.

When the sun was starting to slip behind the fields of Watertown, it left a ribbon of molten gold on the river – an invitation to tomorrow’s mercies. I whispered, “Thank You!” Why you may ask? Because places like River Bend aren’t just campgrounds; they are memory-makers, soul-restorers, and proof that God still paints with the whole box of crayons.