Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Jason and I went to Branson to meet his mom and step-dad for a long weekend. It was fabulous to see them and have fun, and generally to get out of town. Thank you, Truitts!!
Okay, now for the slightly cynical analysis of Southeast Missouri:
This here is the crime of the century. In the middle of Silver Dollar City (Think Dollywood, but less spectacular) sat this trite little piece of scenery. Meant to add to the nostalgia of the place. A CRIME I TELL YOU!! I don't know if you can see the background, but there are asphalt walkways and rednecks in abundance in the background. This lovely press was rusting away outside the Olde Tyme Photo place. I kid you not. There was literally moss growing on it.
We mainly went to SDC to see these fine folk balance on each other's head and swing around and drip sweat on us in the front row. I was reluctant, but Jason guaranteed me that I would say "Wow, that is awesome" at least 3 times. And I said it 3 times per minute.
Then there was this view off our balcony on Table Rock Lake. Um, okay, I was suddenly good with the world.
I'm not sure how to describe the place. There's incredible beauty in the surrounding Ozark Mountains, but the entertainment level is like Gatlinburg--but more redneck. (Didn't think that was possible) Actually, there are a lot of ways Branson is like Gatlinburg--there are beautiful landscapes and parks, but a lot of cheese and a lot of fudge shops.
I think I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
Creepiest flea market find ever:
We're closing on the house in less than 36 hours!! I can't wait to post the before pics!