OffBeat Pathfinder Basecamp

Can confirm: the only thing scarier than ghosts on a trail is running out of snacks. Glad you survived to post this!

Did the whole “waterfall tour”—sat on a rock, lost my sandwich to a duck, saw a couple get engaged at Glen Falls, and got sunburned on just my left ear.


Next trip: more sunscreen, fewer sandwiches.

So howdy, anybody ever make it up Hunter Peak? That wind’ll near knock your hat clear off your noggin.


We seen a tarantula crossin the trail—no joke, big as my fist.


Any good fishing spots in the park or is it too dry?

If you think you know Branson, think again—my “quick trip” turned into a 48-hour live show marathon and I still missed half the weirdest stuff in town.


Silver Dollar City: YES. 10/10 cinnamon bread, weirdly competitive blacksmiths, and a kid dressed as a steampunk raccoon who is apparently ...

No one warns you: Makanda is like Woodstock crashed a Boy Scout camp and then got overrun by fairy doors and drum circles. Rolled in on a random Saturday and the whole town smelled like incense, coffee, and maybe a little bit of, uh… freedom. The boardwalk’s got galleries, tie-dye, and a psychic who ...