Branson, Missouri - a town that grew geometrically because of a minister's love of the area - is like a cross (no pun intended) between Las Vegas without the charm and a carnival midway with a soupcon of red necks and national chain stores thrown in. We were warned by Cousin Arnie, but you sort of have to see it to believe it. There must be more than 50 shows in town. All feature either has-beens (The Comets [sans Bill Haley], The Coasters, The Drifters, Andy Williams, and Paul Revere and the Raiders [in full pirate costumes!!!]) or never-weres of whom we have never-heard.
Other than that Branson is pretty nice. We are in a lovely campground 100 yards off the main strip. It's easy to find the campground. We are right behind the half-size replica of The Titanic. Branson is in the Ozark Mountains surrounded by some beautiful lakes. To take advantage of all the area has to offer we are taking the Duck Tour this afternoon. (If you know what the Duck Tour is, you understand. If not, you should try one some time. They are available in most tourist areas where there is water.)
The best thing Branson has to offer is that we are less than 1000 miles from home. Yes, it's that time. All good things must come to an end. We should be home by the end of the week.
It's been a terrific summer. Lots of ups and downs, but many, many more ups. Don't ask us what we did all summer. Until we go back and read the blog and edit the pictures (5000+!!!) I am not sure we could tell you.
RVing is a wonderful lifestyle. Like any other choice it has its pros and cons, but we wouldn't hesitate to spend another summer in HaRVey the RV. Having said that, there's no place like home.
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