Tulsa to Branson. You would think that would be easy. It turned out to be hell day. The day you wonder why you have a RV. After our nightmare in Oregon 3 years ago, you would think we would not listen to the GPS. But, it said turn right and we did. 59 miles of small country roads that turned out not to be so bad but after Oregon it caused much worry that we would end up on a gravel one-way road with 40 feet plus the Aspen. Finally Branson. The roads were new and GPS again sent us to a dead end street. We had to take off the Aspen to turn the coach around. And of course Jon blew thru a stop light and left me not having a clue where I was. I made a wrong turn and had to backtrack but it seems that Jon had made a wrong turn and I found him on RT 65 just a few miles from Americas Best Campground. It is a great campground. I think Jon was afraid to ask me to cook. We ate at Peppercorns. An old restaurant but the food is wonderful.
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