Time Off

The wife and I spent three days in Branson over the weekend. It was probably the most relaxing weekend I’ve spent in years. In Branson?? Relaxing??? As everyone knows, Branson is anything but quiet. Traffic is horrendous, billboards and signs glare at all hours, and commercialism is at its peak. However, it all depends on what you do with the time you have and where you spend that time.
We stay at a resort on the point of Indian Point. For those who don’t know, Indian Point is the jut of land that begins with Silver Dollar City and ends at Table Rock Lake. The resort where we stay is about 500 feet from the lake and marina and just across the road from a small grocery store that offers free coffee and conversation to all.
The rates are reasonable. The peace and quiet are priceless.
The heavens open up with stars galore and the occasional noise of a vehicle is soon drowned out by the quiet of the night. Birds are everywhere and the pace is slow and inviting. Lights dot the shore of the lake and the campground across the street releases smells of barbeque from time to time.
I know that in the middle of July it won’t be this peaceful. We’ve been there at that time and there is indeed more activity. But even then the noise and traffic are nothing like in Branson (or Wichita).
I’ll possibly write more later. We experienced fried mush at Bob Evans, birds building a nest right above our heads, the Branson Landing, pitch with sis, Pierce Arrow, an all-night serenade, conversation with Mike, and other delights. Thanks for listening.