So we checked out of the Branson hotel a day early, and set out for my mom's house, some 90 miles away.
We stopped at the world HQ of Bass Pro Shops in Springfield, because hey, why not? It's over 500,000 sq. ft. of wonderfulness, and we spent a solid hour in the NRA's National Sporting Arms Museum. It's been a long time since I had to fight the temptation to drool ... just sayin'.
As Yogi Berra (I think) once put it, "Don't miss it if you can!"
Then we had lunch, and now we're safely ensconced at my mom's place for the rest of the week.