Back in the Land of the Internet

You would think camping anywhere in or near Branson, MO would mean easy internet access, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong. All around the campground at Indian Point visitors happily surfed the web or phoned friends -- unless you were parked in the loop we were in where there was nothing at all. So getting online meant getting in the car and driving somewhere else, which was quite annoying.

The terrain here is hilly and winding, and the GPS can get a bit confused on back roads. Not sure why it thinks taking Sow Coon would be a good idea, or even why anyone would name a road that. But here's the photo proof of the best route it could find to Bayshore Drive:

 

And why would anyone think that street sign served any useful purpose?

In this part of Missouri, we noticed a couple establishments that went all out when it came to bathroom signage, preferring plain white copy paper for those all important stall-wall instructions. First, explicit directions on waste management is always a plus -- now just what did I do with my Porta-Potty? (I think they meant holding tanks).

Second, they seemed to instinctively know that a spell checker can be wrong, so it's best to just avoid it altogether. Document titles, whether actually set up or left at the default, and page numbers are another story -- the more the merrier:

Maybe my Porta-Potty is hiding out in fear with my tapooms and toliels!