In a classic Simpson’s episode, Bart claims Homer says “it’s like Vegas if it were run by Ned Flanders”.
Branson is about 20-some miles off the main interstate. The drive is a gauntlet of billboards showcasing the “wholesome” talent further down the road. I suspect they are trying to get the attention of the old codgers taking the shuttle bus from the nursing home to Branson.
As we read more and more billboards, I felt a wave of desperation.
“I think this was a bad idea.” –Nick, 25 miles to Branson.
We got into town during scattered showers. This mean walking the strip was out of the question. We drove around checking out the geriatric sights and sounds.
Maybe it’s all really cool. We wouldn’t know. We didn’t stop in on any of the shows, because we needed to get to St Louis before the end of the day.
Also, we had some repairs near Springfield MO.
From the log:
- 9.896g 2.829dpg 269 tmr 12:3?pm GN sat. Found burnt out fuel pump. Lines and all clear filters dry. Direct battery test confirmed pump dysfunction. Disassembly of pump indicated a burnt capacitor.
- 2:13pm GN Sat. 327 tmr Springfield, MO. Fuel Pump replacement.
