Copyright E. Jett 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
The Great Race
Copyright E. Jett 2007Imagine racing across the foothills of Missouri and Arkansas in in a 1916 Hudson. What fun!!
Dogwood Canyon
This past weekend we had some friends visit from Texas. So we decided to show Dr. G and his lovely wife Sonja around. First we went to Branson Landing to outfit ourselves at Bass Pro with some food from Dave's to keep us going. Then we took some pictures at Branson Bridge and saw a few old cars in town for the race.
The next morning after breakfast at Clockers we headed out to Dogwood Canyon, also owned by Bass Pro for a few pictures. At the canyon we took a tram up to the North Country and met up with Bison, longhorns and a few elk.
Now before we were born and the angels were handing out gifts, HarleyDad had to leave the line to head for the men's room. And while he was gone the angels handed out whatever makes you lovable to animals. Well Brokerbelle got her share of lovableness to God's good creation and HarleyDad's share as well, him being out of line and all.
Since that time all large and small animals love Brokerbelle and have nothing to do with HarleyDad.
Tom, our cat, loves Brokerbelle and tolerates HD only when Broker and Shan Tora are out of town. Big Dogs love Broker and Shan Tora. Horses love Broker and Shan Tora. All the large animals simply look at HD with a questioning stare and silently ask why HD left the line at that particular moment.
Well, Elk love Broker too. So after the tram goes up the hill and stops, we are told not to mess with the elk, not to feed them, they have bad breath, bad teeth, smell, etc., etc. But the elk have no way to hear the tour guide so the largest of the elk looks over the tram and its riders and decides that there one person it must absolutely and positively get to know better. Yes, you guessed it, it is Brokerbelle.
So the elk pushes aside the others and heads for Brokerbelle and as soon as it gets to the front it is laying its head on Brokerbelle and acting like a lap dog. The tour leader has no idea of what to do so he does nothing being a naturalist and everything. Brokerbelle decides the elk is like a big horse and pats it and scratches it behind the ears. And the elk is loving it.
And thus there is a lovefest going on between elk and mankind with Brokerbelle being in the center of it all as usual.
It is just another day in the Branson area with Brokerbelle making a hit with God's creating and with HarleyDad wondering why he ever got outta that line.
The next morning after breakfast at Clockers we headed out to Dogwood Canyon, also owned by Bass Pro for a few pictures. At the canyon we took a tram up to the North Country and met up with Bison, longhorns and a few elk.
Now before we were born and the angels were handing out gifts, HarleyDad had to leave the line to head for the men's room. And while he was gone the angels handed out whatever makes you lovable to animals. Well Brokerbelle got her share of lovableness to God's good creation and HarleyDad's share as well, him being out of line and all.
Since that time all large and small animals love Brokerbelle and have nothing to do with HarleyDad.
Tom, our cat, loves Brokerbelle and tolerates HD only when Broker and Shan Tora are out of town. Big Dogs love Broker and Shan Tora. Horses love Broker and Shan Tora. All the large animals simply look at HD with a questioning stare and silently ask why HD left the line at that particular moment.
Well, Elk love Broker too. So after the tram goes up the hill and stops, we are told not to mess with the elk, not to feed them, they have bad breath, bad teeth, smell, etc., etc. But the elk have no way to hear the tour guide so the largest of the elk looks over the tram and its riders and decides that there one person it must absolutely and positively get to know better. Yes, you guessed it, it is Brokerbelle.
So the elk pushes aside the others and heads for Brokerbelle and as soon as it gets to the front it is laying its head on Brokerbelle and acting like a lap dog. The tour leader has no idea of what to do so he does nothing being a naturalist and everything. Brokerbelle decides the elk is like a big horse and pats it and scratches it behind the ears. And the elk is loving it.
And thus there is a lovefest going on between elk and mankind with Brokerbelle being in the center of it all as usual.
It is just another day in the Branson area with Brokerbelle making a hit with God's creating and with HarleyDad wondering why he ever got outta that line.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Silver Golfer becomes Silver Surfer
The Silver Golfer of Branson Creek learns to Hang Ten as he heads to Hawaii for vacation. After all when you live in Branson, you have a real vacation problem. Where do you go? Answer: the beaches of Hawaii.Silver Golfer Takes Surfing Lessons
The Silver Golfer has been secretly taking surf lessons locally in Branson to get ready for his trip to Hawaii.
Surfs Up
You have seen on this blog the silver golfer (a.k.a. as the "Silver Golfer") adorning the entrance of Branson Creek. Although jokingly referred to as Branson's largest hood ornament, this paragon of chrome, projects the area's image of quality and is Branson's answer to the hood ornament of Rolls Royce.
However, even hood ornaments need the time off. It is hard holding that pose each day. The Silver Golfer is taking a short summer vacation and will accompany the blogger to Hawaii. The Silver Golfer is already packed (what's to wear to Hawaii anyway) and has been seen taking surfing lessons.
Pictures of the Silver Golfer surfing are set forth above. Branson and Branson Creek should not get overly concerned. The Silver Golfer got one of the people that walk around in the Statue of Liberty or Uncle Sam outfits during tax time to stand in for him while he takes his two week vacation.
The Silver Surfer is heading for Hawaii for some fun and sun and may even act in a Hollywood movie there. Not to fear however, the Silver Surfer will return to his day job as Silver Golfer by July 1.
HarleyDad caught the Silver Golfer when surf was up and the Silver Golfer looks pretty good!
However, even hood ornaments need the time off. It is hard holding that pose each day. The Silver Golfer is taking a short summer vacation and will accompany the blogger to Hawaii. The Silver Golfer is already packed (what's to wear to Hawaii anyway) and has been seen taking surfing lessons.
Pictures of the Silver Golfer surfing are set forth above. Branson and Branson Creek should not get overly concerned. The Silver Golfer got one of the people that walk around in the Statue of Liberty or Uncle Sam outfits during tax time to stand in for him while he takes his two week vacation.
The Silver Surfer is heading for Hawaii for some fun and sun and may even act in a Hollywood movie there. Not to fear however, the Silver Surfer will return to his day job as Silver Golfer by July 1.
HarleyDad caught the Silver Golfer when surf was up and the Silver Golfer looks pretty good!
Monday, June 04, 2007
See Rolls Royce Museum
If you have seen the largest hood ornament on this blog and like the info on Rolls Royce, you can view the Rolls Royce Museum in Austria. After I blogged on the Hood Ornament, by chance I happened to be in Austria with some friends and had an opportunity to view this museum. Pictures from the museum are on my companion blog at http://harleydad1.blogspot.com/
There have been new developments on the World's Largest Hood Ornament at Branson Creek that will appear in the next few days.
There have been new developments on the World's Largest Hood Ornament at Branson Creek that will appear in the next few days.
Friday, May 04, 2007
World's Largest Hood Ornament
The World's Largest Hood Ornament.Eat your heart out Rolls Royce. Don't you wish you had one.
Rolls Golf Cart in Hawaii
Notice hood ornament on yellow Rolls golf cart found on golf course in Hawaii. Branson Creek golf course, eat your heart out!
No Golf Clubs
Close up of Sign of Quality. See, no golf clubs. Now it is true that the Venus de Milo is also not able to golf. No picture provided; no disrespect meant to those who are developmentally disabled either. No Imus on this blog allowed.
The Sign of Quality
Yes, it is the sign of quality. But there is one problem, there is no golf club in her hands, if she had hands in the first place.Pebble Beach
Yes, it is California's answer to the Branson challenge. A Rolls at a car show at Pebble Beach. Notice the hood ornament. But it is not the high quality of Branson's Silver Golfer at Branson Creek.Museum at College of Ozarks
Original Beverly Hillbillies car is now at Ralph Foster Museum at College of the Ozarks Heading for Branson Creek
Our relatives the Clampets are heading for a little golf at Branson Creek.Branson's Largest Hood Ornament
My daughter, the ImpQueen, is designing her own guide to Branson. Despite her proper upbringing from her cultured parents, she has evolved into somewhat of an irreverent sprite.
This summer, the ImpQueen is giving some friends a tour of the Branson area. To start she is taking them to what she calls “The Largest Hood Ornament in Branson.”
Now, I must admit that there are some similarities between this object de art which can be found as a new addition at the entrance of Branson Creek.
Now we at Branson are as cultured as people elsewhere. In fact we have our own Louvre which is also known as the Ralph Foster Museum at the College of the Ozarks. I love this museum. Where else can you find the guns of Bill Hickock or one of Jesse James pistols dropped in a bank robbery.
And speaking of hood ornaments one of the most famous vehicles of the Ozarks is located in this wonderful museum which can be found at www.rfostermuseum.com.
Ah, but back to hood ornaments. It is true that we in Branson have one of the best golf courses in the State of Missouri. It is not Pebble Beach or perhaps as good as some of the best on Hawaii; however for us it is the Rolls Royce of Golf Courses. You can visit it at Branson Creek (www.bransoncreek.com). And like all Rolls Royces, it needs a proper hood ornament.
So if you want a little Ozarks culture and love to golf, you can head for Branson Creek and while you are here, you can stop at the Ralph Foster Museum and see it relatives, the Clampets.
So our Silver Golfer at Branson Creek is not the Venus de Milo or the Michelangelo, but I can tell you it is Branson and worthy of any modern Condo development . It is Branson and we are proud.
This summer, the ImpQueen is giving some friends a tour of the Branson area. To start she is taking them to what she calls “The Largest Hood Ornament in Branson.”
Now, I must admit that there are some similarities between this object de art which can be found as a new addition at the entrance of Branson Creek.
Now we at Branson are as cultured as people elsewhere. In fact we have our own Louvre which is also known as the Ralph Foster Museum at the College of the Ozarks. I love this museum. Where else can you find the guns of Bill Hickock or one of Jesse James pistols dropped in a bank robbery.
And speaking of hood ornaments one of the most famous vehicles of the Ozarks is located in this wonderful museum which can be found at www.rfostermuseum.com.
Ah, but back to hood ornaments. It is true that we in Branson have one of the best golf courses in the State of Missouri. It is not Pebble Beach or perhaps as good as some of the best on Hawaii; however for us it is the Rolls Royce of Golf Courses. You can visit it at Branson Creek (www.bransoncreek.com). And like all Rolls Royces, it needs a proper hood ornament.
So if you want a little Ozarks culture and love to golf, you can head for Branson Creek and while you are here, you can stop at the Ralph Foster Museum and see it relatives, the Clampets.
So our Silver Golfer at Branson Creek is not the Venus de Milo or the Michelangelo, but I can tell you it is Branson and worthy of any modern Condo development . It is Branson and we are proud.
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