Near the entrance to Silver Dollar City.
We went the first day of the National Harvest Festival.
There are craftsmen all around the park
demonstrating their crafts.
The park was beautifully decorated for fall. Have you
ever seen a cornucopia this big?
This old home was actually lived in by a woman from Nebraska
whose family donated it to the park. In one word...primitive.
No utilities of any kind. There are two rooms with 2 little
wood-burning stoves and the cook stove. And we think
we have it rough sometimes??
The old one-room school.
The Homestead Pickers that we always stop to listen to.
They're very good singers with a great sense of humor.
It was fun eating our food at a table beside this man-made waterfall.
There are shows, shops, rides for kids of all ages, restaurants and food stands galore. We stopped to sit at a bench after walking up "Heart Attack Hill" and after looking at our park map discovered
things we had missed. There is so much to see, we'd forgotten
a couple of "roads" to take. But being...ahem...older, our
tired legs decided for us that we'd seen enough this trip.
All too soon it was time to say goodbye to Branson. I love
the beauty of the hills and the sweet spirit that seems to
be over the area in spite of the crowds and traffic that can be
a bother during the busiest days.
We had perfect weather until a little shower came up as we were
heading down the highway to our home close to 200 miles away.
I hope you enjoyed a little glimpse of Branson.
And in this post, Silver Dollar City. If you ever
have the opportunity to go to Branson, I think you'll enjoy it.
There is something there for everyone.
Until next time...