The next day I had a fantastic run there along the White River and across Roark Creek. Mist rose off the water in the early morning of the entertainment town. In my short run I encountered dog walkers, other runners and a couple of fishermen, all of which seemingly appeared out of nowhere as I ran engulfed in the fog at the edge of the water. Otherwise the only other companions were a handful of waterfowl, which beautified the morning.
I’ve been running in Gatlinburg, Las Vegas and now Branson. I guess I lack Reno and Atlantic City in terms of American Tinsel Towns. I’ve added them to the ever growing list of places to see and to enjoy a run. On a final note, I must admit I’m particularly fond of the Branson run as on the final stretch back to the hotel I found a twenty dollar bill. I’ve found money on many runs, but never a twenty. How nice!
Go to Branson. See a show. Run.
Tom
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