Day 16: Branson to Springfield. 44 miles. I hope this is the last day that the Ozarks kick my ass. Like a giant chicken.


Wait, what? Why didn't I know about this place? And why do they sell tickets?


And there it is: the most famous place in all of northern Branson. The current show is Chinese acrobats.


The Ozarks kicking my ass. After a run to downtown Branson, I jumped on the highway and pushed north up and down the hills.


After about 20 miles I got off the highway and on to back roads. I don't think there is 10 feet of level ground in this part of Missouri.
Turns out that the whole area is an eroded plateau. Eventually I got out of the eroded part and on to the plateau.


The Middle School in Spokane, MO has a road under it.


How unfortunate.


Oooh. Look what I found. A new iPhone!


Oops. I guess not. Having had my ass kicked all morning, I decided not to visit the Wilson's Creek Battlefield and headed straight to my hotel.
Maybe I'll hit the battlefield tomorrow.