If I could give six stars, I would — and I’m doing it anyway because this place has earned it over decades of camping, chaos, and questionable hot dogs. I grew up coming to Meramec Caverns Campground, and now in my 40s I’m dragging my own kids here to make the same kind of core memories that smell like bug spray and burnt marshmallows.
The non-electric sites? Chef’s kiss — quiet, grassy, and perfect. The electric sites? Let’s just say you might want to pack a level and a sense of humor. A little more grass wouldn’t hurt, unless they’re saving it for the zip line — which, by the way, costs about the same as refinancing your house.
The playground is adorable, the tours are awesome, and the vibes are unmatched. There’s something special about sitting by the river, roasting s’mores, and yelling at your kids to put down sticks they just found in the mud.
Bottom line: this place isn’t perfect, but it’s perfectly Meramec. I’ve been coming here since I had hair, and I plan on coming back until my kids are old enough to complain about the zip line price themselves.