After our morning routine, Dave and I went to the other building to have the breakfast buffet. Their breakfast offering is typical motel fare--make-your-own waffles, not-so-tasty scrambled eggs, OK sausage gravy, good biscuits, lots of good donuts, two kinds of juice, milk, & coffee. We had hoped to join Pixie and Oscar for breakfast as they fly back to Spokane today. But, they were busy packing and we didn't see them.
After our not-so-delicious breakfast, we went back to our room and called to see their plans. They must vacate their room around 11 AM. They'll chill in the comfy lobby for a while and then we'll take them for a late lunch to Culver's. As you read earlier in this blog, it's a hamburger joint with that delicious frozen custard. Actually, their menu is much more extensive than burgers and their food is a great quality.
At 1 PM, we picked them up and headed for Culver's. They enjoyed it as much as we did. I opted for the Reuben sandwich. It sure was good. Oscar just had a milkshake, Pixie had a burger, and Dave had a chicken pecan salad. Of course, we all topped off our meal with frozen custard.
We drove them to the bank and we had a last look-see of Branson. We kind of did the outer loop and what I'd call the scenic route. Glad we saw so much of the city. I must say, it was not nearly as crowded as when Mom and I were there about 15 years ago. The outer routes have helped and we were there in off-season.
We were back at the hotel about 3 PM and said our good-byes. It was great to be with them again and look forward to 2012 in Philly.
Dave and I went back to our room and chilled. I worked on the blog a bit and we spent the evening packing up our belongings. We had leftovers for dinner. I am so anxious to get home. We have had a great time, but it's very difficult to travel in motels with pets. They have been so good. We did not have a barking issue with Kalli, which I'm amazed at. Graykitty has adjusted nicely (as long as she didn't have to don her harness). She's a rare cat in that she will come to you when you call her, except when she's scared. So, we had little trouble in getting her put into her crate when we needed to leave the room.
It will take us three driving days and two more motel nights to get home. We'll be glad to get back to the south where it will be cooler. Gee, what's wrong about that statement?
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