Cliff's sister and her husband had a plan for the weekend: We'd all ride our motorcycles to Springfield, Missouri, and talk to some fellow who makes motorcycle trailers. They planned to come back the same day, Saturday.
Since Cliff and I had been wanting to go to Branson for an overnighter to go to Dixie Stampede, this was a perfect opportunity. Branson is only about forty miles from Springfield. Charlene and Pat would head toward home, we'd go on to see our show and spend the night.
We couldn't make connections with the guy in Springfield, and somewhere along the line, Charlene and Pat decided to go on to Branson with us. So we picked up tickets at the Dolly Parton Theater (they're often sold out) and got a motel nearby, so we could walk back to see our show. Being on the busy 76 Strip when the shows all let out at once isn't fun, even in a car. On a motorcycle, it's worse.
We got one room with two queen beds for $62. Not bad!
We had lots of laughs and a great ride, both going down and coming home... although it was awfully windy today.
Dixie Stampede is the most fun experience in Branson. The audience is divided between between the north and the south, and there's lots of audience participation. The most scrumptious food is served in a timely and entertaining manner (you have to eat it with your fingers, though). Oh, and there are horses! That alone makes it great, right?
They won't allow pictures taken at Dixie Stampede, so I bought four post cards. My scanner no longer works, so I simply took pictures with my digital camera. It worked pretty good except for a glare that showed up on them.