A friend of mine since elementary school and I decided to take advantage of the reduced admission price, this afternoon. It is about an hour’s drive to Branson, and maybe fifteen minutes outside town, we drove into a storm. Rain, high winds , the whole thing, assaulted us the entire way. We decided to brave the elements and continued, choosing an afternoon at the outlet malls as Plan B, should our theme park excursion not work out.
We arrived, parked and then dashed to the shelter of the tram station, only to be thoroughly soaked during the ride to the admission gates. Surprisingly enough, there were no lines at the ticket booths. I presented my ID and most recent pay stub as proof of employment, only to be told that we qualified for free admission. Yay!
We rushed into the nearest gift shop and David went to the men’s room to dry off, while I stood in line to purchase bright yellow rain slickers bearing the SDC logo front and back. By the time we went back outside, the rain had stopped. We enjoyed an absolutely lovely afternoon, cool and overcast, and no lines at any of the rides or attractions. Even better, none of the water rides were necessary for cooling off measures, so I did not have to endure the American Plunge or the Flooded Mine. Yay again!
Branson is located in the Ozark Mountains, for those not familiar with Missouri geography. I snapped a couple of pictures from the tram station during the heaviest showers, to show how low and ominous looking the clouds were. Even playing with contrast and saturation levels, the images look as if they were shot in black and white mode. They are beneath the cut to save my flist, because that’s how I roll.