Sunday, May 29, 2011
Holiday Hills Resort, Branson
We finally got some blue skies yesterday, and decided to take a long walk around the resort. The RV park is still almost empty. The most we’ve counted were 10 sites occupied out of a total of 32. This is also a Coast to Coast Membership park, so we thought it would be more crowded. We are the only ones on our row.
Here are some pictures of the variety of lodgings in the resort. There is everything from lodge rooms (these are across from the campground),
and luxury homes on the golf course. This was our favorite.
The whole timeshare concept escapes us, but this is definitely a nice place to stay.
Since things have dried out a bit, I’ve been letting the cats outside. They like walking on the picnic table and this railroad tie, and got into a friendly little cat fight yesterday.
Jim was out connecting the sewer hose, and after we all went in, he found a tick on his leg. I handed him a paper towel to pick it up with, and he got it off. The problem was, it disappeared from the paper towel. That turned into a major tick hunt, with rugs being shaken out, chairs being moved, and serious vacuuming of everything in the rig. After all that, he looked down and saw the tick on his shirt sleeve, so he threw it outside. Checked over the cats and ourselves but didn’t see any more.
This morning we took a ride to Table Rock State Park and Dam, and as we pulled into the campground, Jim scratched his leg and felt something. Sure enough it was another tick. It hadn’t gotten a good hold yet, so he took a Kleenex and picked it off. Coincidentally, we were parked right in front of one of the bulletin boards in the campground and there was a tick warning sign, which makes us think it must be a serious problem around here. Great! Besides tornadoes, rain, heat and humidity, we have one more thing to contend with. At least the mosquitoes aren’t out (yet). The good thing about our trip back east is we are finding lots of places we wouldn’t want to live.
We’ve been having some competitive ping pong games at the activity center here. I grew up with a ping pong table in our basement, and my brother, dad, cousin Ronnie and I spent way too many hours playing. I used to be pretty good, so whenever we go somewhere and find a ping pong table, we have to play. Jim is not bad, either, but I always used to beat him. That is until the other day, when he humiliated me. So we had a rematch yesterday and I won. Guess where we’re going when I finish this blog post?