Just north of Kinder on Hwy 165 we found our destination; Grand Casino Coushatta Luxury RV Resort at Red Shoes Park. We couldn't miss it with the huge casino and hotel on the grounds. We did have a little trouble finding the RV office but finally decided it was The Lodge. We checked in for three nights; you don't pay until you leave. I guess that's so you can settle your gambling debts and/or bar tab!? Anyway we drove around the lake and found site #161. All of the sites are concrete with a patio so our set-up was easy and we have a nice, solid spot. The campground directory rated this a '9' on a scale of 1 to 10 for 'scenic.' That is a mystery to us since the whole place is concrete pads and small patches of grass; a far cry from our pine forest at the State Park we just left. I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Anyway, late in the 18th century, a Coushatta leader knows as Red Shoes, "King of the Alabamas and Coosades," led a vanguard of his people to Louisiana. With 80 to 100 tribespeople in that first band. Red Shoes settled the lower reaches of the Red River in LA. Hundreds more Coushattas followed Red Shoes and soon the tribe established a new political and social system that preserved its traditional way of life. The Resort welcomes us to the "Sovereign Nation of the Coushatta Tribe of LA!
We really worked up a sweat setting the RV up in 79 degree temps and bright sun with no shade around. We cleaned up and went out to eat; stopping at the tourist info center we passed just south of here on 165. The local lady was very helpful and we left with armloads of brochures. Feels like old times! She recommended two restaurants for Cajun food in Kinder. We checked out Roy's Catfish Hut just south of town on 165 and were very glad we did. I had the daily special; grilled catfish with crawfish fondue. Bob had grilled catfish and grilled shrimp. 
They had an excellent salad bar. I love the tomato relish that we always find in this part of the country. In the entry way they sold "Slap Ya' Mama" Cajun spice seasoning made in Ville Platte, LA. Apparently it is so good everyone would slap Mama on the back and give her a hug when they tasted it.
Back home we got out our lawn chairs, poured Smirnoff Ice over limes (Linda in Central MO got me hooked on this) and read our pile of brochures. It was chilly out by this time as the sun went down and a strong wind was blowing. This park of teaming with huge rigs, mostly full-timers I think. The shuttle runs to the casino every half hour. We thought that was funny since you could hit two three wood shots and land on the casino roof. We stashed our lawn chairs, walked around the lake and went to the Lodge. They have a really nice laundry, and even better they have a central modem. It is very nice, set up in a little room off the main lobby.
We walked back the long way around the lake and settled in to read the paper. We also have cable--what a treat with 15 channels. This is 'House' night. I hope Glenda is watching.
It's 10:50 p.m. and 66.1 degrees.