Branson

On an Ozark hilltop sits a tiny runway for one or two planes to deposit travelers in Branson, MO.   We were such travelers, even though once we were Missouri locals, we renewed our pilgrimage to Silver Dollar City for family fun.  On this occasion it was my Dad’s 60th birthday, before that it was Mom’s 40th, so it seems we have a 20 year orbit.  The goal:  add a tin-type photo to the decades-long collection that began back when my parents were newlyweds.

Next stop- the world’s steepest wooden coaster (drop of 16 stories with 3 upsidedown turns), some music shows and pottery demos, fall leaves and old memories refreshed.

We took the cave tour, and when we came upon a dark trickling waterfall I felt compelled to yell “Baby Ruuuuth!” in homage to the Goonies, of course.

And not to forget – lunch at Big Cedar Lodge, the beautifully landscaped Bass Pro Shops resort.  Happy Birthday, Dad!