Riding through the hills and hollars

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair … wait that’s a different spot. Let’s try again. On a paved Branson highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of a suntan, rising up through the air.

We’re riding on the Ducks here in Branson – a vehicle designed for use in WWII to go from land to water and back … and they’re still in service offering great fun out on Table Rock or Taneycomo Lake in Branson.

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