You may have noticed that I’ve been little quiet (ok, very quiet . . . like no-posts quiet) on the blog this past week. The reason? Well, I’ve done it again . . . I’ve been playing Branson tourist!!
Last Friday, my nephew (a 2 1/2 year old bundle of cuteness!) and his parents flew into the Branson Airport for a few days of fun. Before I get to the Branson fun part, let me just say that the Branson Airport is a great way to travel to our town if you live a little too far away for a road trip. We had a great experience there when we went on our recent family vacation, and I am happy to report that my sister-in-law had the same raving reviews about their trip this weekend on Branson Air Express direct from Austin, TX. Talk about fast and convenient!! Anyway . . .
On our first full day, we headed straight to . . . The Track! My nephew is obsessed with race cars (any cars really), so we were pretty sure that The Track would not disappoint. We were right! Once we stepped onto the park, he had a one-track (no pun intended) mind for the go-karts. However, since we are well-versed in how to stay cooler at The Track (remember this post?), we headed straight for the bumper boats. I say “we” like I actually rode them, but the truth is that someone had to take pictures, and this time, that someone was me. I didn’t mind being the designated photographer, but I must say, I did not stay cool and breezy for the next hour like the rest of my bunch! They were pretty soaked (and therefore cool!) by the time they got finished!
You can’t really see my nephew’s face in this picture, but I can tell you that he was thoroughly enjoying himself! You can bet, though, that his first words once he got off of the bumper boats was “race cars please!” So, to the “race cars” we go . . .
You might think we started off with something pretty tame and “toddler-friendly” like the Classic track. Think again. “Oh no you didn’t,” you might say. Oh, yes we did . . . Heavy Metal High Rise.
Yes, my nephew is only 2 1/2, but he is very tall (over 36″!) for his age and has been lovingly referred to as a “risk-taker” who “has no fear” (you know the type), so we decided to give it a try. I got to take pictures again, so I assumed my position at the paved viewing area where you can get a head-on view of the carts as they zip down the big hill. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction – would he love it or hate it?! I spotted them at the top of the hill and got in position to get this shot:
Now, I’m pretty sure my sister-in-law looks a little “nervous,” but it’s a little harder to determine my nephew’s state since I can’t see his mouth above the steering wheel. His eyes look serious, perhaps concerned, but not terrified. This is a good sign. They finish the ride, and I am anxiously waiting by the exit gate hoping that they are all smiles. I spot my sister-in-law first who is as happy as can be – she loved the ride!
But then, I see (or to be more accurate, hear) my nephew. My brother-in-law has him in his arms, and he is crying. Oh. No. I am fearing the worst. As they exit the gate, much to my relief, I discover that he is not crying out of fear. He is crying because he does NOT want to get off of the Heavy Metal High Rise! If you ask me, that’s the best endorsement a 2 1/2 year old can give!
We finished up our time at the Track with a special treat at Andy’s Frozen Custard. In honor of the successful ride, my brother-in-law ordered the Heavy Metal High Rise concrete – vanilla custard, strawberries, roasted almonds and Heath bar. Wow. If you haven’t tried that concoction, you should!
After that picture-perfect day at The Track, we headed home for my nephew’s nap. But, you can bet we’ll come back for more Track action another day . . . stay tuned!