Of all the thing I didn't expect to do with my grandson on this trip was to go to a Patsy Cline concert, just the two of us at a 9:00 A.M. (!) show. And the amazing thing is that it was Alex's idea! He's become quite the old country-western music fan. We were disappointed that our schedule didn't work to go back that afternoon to see a Marty Robbins concert....maybe next trip to Branson.
Our stay ended by going to a "Branson must"", which was to attend the outdoor production of "Shepherd of the Hills". This play has been going on for fifty years, from the very beginning of Branson becoming "the Las Vegas for families". Rosalie was really enthralled with all the action, gunplay, horses, sheep, dancing, and especially the ghost that popped up throughout the night.
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