I'm not asking because of the beautiful scenery, of which there is plenty. But rather, when we drove through the middle of Branson yesterday, I became alarmed at the marquees touting performances by Whitney Houston, John Denver, Patsy Cline, Conway Twitty, and Dick Clark, just to hit the tip of the iceberg. And speaking of icebergs, the Titanic is also here. Those people are all dead, right? Doesn't anyone else hear the Twilight Zone theme when they are in that town? And close to Halloween, too.
We then crossed over 'Lake Taneycomo,' which should make the Mississippi an ocean, by the way, and took the scenic drive back west toward the dam that makes Table Rock Lake. After a short hike in Table Rock State Park, we visited the Dewey Scott Visitor Center. They have wonderful displays about the watershed of the White River, the building of the dam and the effects on flooding. This is all run by the Corps of Engineers, and a bonus was the 50% off sale in the gift shop where we managed to snag a copy of the Corps' campground guide for half price.
We are generally impressed with Corps campgrounds and that's not entirely because, as old fogies, we get in for half-price. But there are a couple of oddities in this one that have kept us entertained. One is a campsite shown in the picture, which is right below us. The door of your RV would sit at the edge of that retaining wall. There are nine steps down to the picnic table and fire ring. What you can't see is that to get into this site, you need to back down a little hill and then make a right-angle turn. So yesterday afternoon and evening, we watched several RVers stop at the top of the hill, walk down to the site, scratch their heads, and get back in their trucks and leave. It almost made one wonder if there wasn't a candid camera somewhere. See, entertainment.
We also are parked smack under a hedge apple tree which isn't doing anything for TV reception. I know, I know--if we're 'camping,' we should be roughing it. Tough. One man told us that he was in this site earlier this week, and the falling hedge apples nearly cracked his skylight so he moved. We haven't heard many fall on the camper but one just missed Butch when he was standing outside. I'm glad I didn't have to explain THAT to the insurance company. And a last little oddity: the tree pictured is by another campsite that has remained unoccupied while we've been here. I wonder why?
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.