Branson Stagecoach RV
Branson, MO
Dad thinks I was really getting homesick. You know that gut aching, heart breaking feeling when you REALLY miss something. Now I have to admit, I do enjoy my pond when I am home.
I love playing gator and jumping in to cool off after a run or two around the house but it really isn't that hot here and I'm having a great time traveling.
Aunt Carol said she tried to warn us. She and Uncle Steve had attempted a Branson stop at least 3 times prior to this summer. She said it was a dangerous path we had set. The bearing/tire issue slowed down our arrival but...we made it sliding in just after 1pm on Friday rather than the prior Sunday as planned. When we registered at the office, the gal shared with us that the best way/cheapest way/best deals to get show tickets was to purchase at the Purple Buy One Get One building. It turned out to be a scavenger hunt. After several 180 turns and a phone call back to the office, we finally located the Purple Building....her directions weren't the greatest!! We were able to purchase orange tickets that are good for 'anytime'. Then you have to go to each theater and trade in the orange ticket for an assigned seat ticket. Map in hand, Momma, Dad, Aunt Carol and Uncle Steve began their scavenger hunt stopping at the various theaters up and down the busy 'entertainment strip'. They did approach it systematically as they stopped at all the theaters on the right side of the street before turning around and collecting their assigned seat tickets from the theaters on the other side of the road. That way they didn't have to try to keep crossing traffic on a much too busy street. Well, by then, the early dinner had turned into a much later dinner so there was just enough time to take a quick break and let me play a short game of ball before heading to the first Branson Show....but that didn't happen.....
Upon returning to the campground, Momma and Dad discovered a 'lake' under their rig. Now I tried to tell them that all kids need a cell phone and I could have given them a heads up call before the water flow developed into lake status. I was smart. I stayed dry as there wasn't any water in the upstairs bedroom or bathroom, but the kitchen/living room area was a pond. Now you know why Dad thought I was homesick for my pond. He actually tried to lay the blame on ME for leaving the bathroom tap water on....which filled up the gray tank.....which then backed up and filled the kitchen sink....which then began to overflow on the floor. And with the long scavenger hunt and dinner break they were gone for quite some time!! I told Dad I would take the bullet for deed, but I really thought it was either Momma or Dad who failed to turn the level down all the way in the bathroom sink. And if Dad had opened the gray valve as he usually does when he knows we will be at the site for several days and Momma will be doing several loads of wash, it wouldn't have even been an issue.
Well, as it turned out, the evening entertainment didn't have a single note of music but it did have a lot of dancing with the squeegy as they 'pushed' the water out the door. I guess it was a good thing Momma has lots of throw rugs in the center vinyl area that soaked up lots of water. Then came the task of sucking up the water from the carpeted area by the back window and the strips of carpet along the left and right sides of the room. Uncle Steve had a wet vac and an RV neighbor loaned us another one so we had tandem vacs working the floor as well as tandem hair dryers.
Talk about 'having our backs'!! That is true friendship. Trading a seat in a theater, sitting back and enjoying a night of musical entertainment for a seat/floor space in a wet rig working to extract water.
After a visit to the laundromat the next day to wash and dry the scatter rugs, all is back to normal. It feels like home once again.
Ahhhhh, a dry bed on a clean dry rug and floor.
I'm Chloe
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