While it seems like God used a level when making Kansas, as
soon as you cross over into Missouri, it's rolling hills. Saw shallow oil
wells, and cable tool rigs. Alice, our
untrustworthy GPS, took us on hiway 265, the curviest narrow road thru farmland and
little towns to our RV park near Branson. We filled the road from the yellow centerline
to white side line. The good part was it
was paved as that wouldn't be true in MT. We got to Acorn Acres and Mike was
ready to kiss the ground; at least it was still light, unlike the past two
nights driving after sunset. Mike bbqed burgers and taters & onions at
our roomy RV park. 38 degrees.
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