We Carry the Dust of Our Journeys

Photo Credit: Stranger iPhone [Left to right: Larry, Cheryl, Gail, Mike, Sue, Jim]

“Sometimes it’s worth lingering on the journey for a while before getting to the destination.” Richelle Mead

Opening my suitcase on the tranquil tile floor of the bathroom, the dust of my recent journey floats in the frigid morning air. 

I breathe in every gritty detail, rifling through the stories that are bound to be inflated over time, tales that will no doubt, inform our lives for weeks and years to come.

Travel has a way of shifting your thinking, forcing you to prioritize that which is important, and that which is not.

It’s early, I have no idea why I’m awake, but I know my hairbrush is somewhere in the bowels of this worn suitcase, and for reasons unknown, I can’t write with unbrushed hair or teeth. Okay, sometimes teeth, but never hair. 


You don’t return from Missouri unscathed, its constant panorama of rural beauty infuses your being, as if Walt Disney, the landscape becomes the inspiration for your Main Street if you will. The central core of your being. Or at least a reason to slap on mouse ears, and head out on an adventure, one that will get under your fingernails.  

Why Missouri, you might ask?

“Good question,” as my granddaughter Audrey is known to say. 

If you’ve ever traveled, then you know there’s a stark difference between the planning, and execution of a vacation.

It was either a conference call or group email that got the ball rolling. Once a date was selected, we started making plans for a mini-reunion with our bold, venturous, beloved cousins in Branson Missouri. 

Of course, our flights changed several times prior to takeoff. This seems to be our post-COVID reality. Regardless, whenever I’m in an airport, I think my life is about to drastically change. The plane will be hit by lightning, they’ll be an emergency landing in Canada, while some kid throws up in my lap. None of which happened. 

What changed drastically was me.

We had to reroute, reimagine, and reprioritize repeatedly, but we forged a new path to the midwest and landed in St. Louis, Missouri none the worse for the wear. 

I’m giving you fair warning because some excursions have a way of altering your current reality. The mysteries of the Ozarks are about to unfold, trust me when I say there will be flashes of insights, unexpected landings, and trubulents are part of the deal.

Securing a rental car is a ridiculous process because every mode of travel has its signature aberrations. We had to shuttle no less than 20 miles from the airport with all our luggage and persons to pick up our vehicle from the nicest rental car employee ever. I keep telling myself we’re not in California anymore, stop expecting incivility, you’ve landed in hospitality central.

Don’t get used to it.

We depart on a three-hour journey to Branson, isn’t that what Gilligan thought?

Photo Credit: Sue Goudreau

Our first detour is, of course, Ted Drewes, who has been selling frozen custard for over 80 years in St. Louis. Their motto is “our business is service.” This is interesting, because when Sue tried to tip our young server he said, “oh, we don’t take tips.” 

Sue said, “You don’t? I’m sorry.”

He said, “No worries, I love my job and they pay me really well.”

Only in middle America folks! What if we all adopted this perspective on life? 

We hit the road, tires squealing on the wet pavement, but got sidetracked in Rolla because four middle-aged people who haven’t eaten a proper meal in 24 hours should not be sequestered in a compact Sudan, for hours on end. Especially if someone in the car has been asking trivia questions for two hours straight.

Now we all know that nearly three percent of the ice in Antarctic glaciers is penguin urine, high-heeled shoes were originally created for men, Bubble Wrap was intended to be used as 3D wallpaper, and elephants can’t jump. 

Yes, we ordered martinis.

After consuming a surprisingly good meal in Rolla, we head towards Camp Long Creek at Big Cedar Lodge. If it sounds romantic, it’s because it is, with over-the-top charm. 

Finding the exact location of our camp was admittedly challenging. We came shockingly close to taking out an automatic gate but in Larry’s defense, it was pitch dark. After several wrong turns (and a little cussing) we found a ranger, who guided us toward our rustic homestead for the weekend. 

Photo Credit: Cheryl Oreglia

Gail and Mike are troopers, still in their street clothes, they greet us with the cabin lights on, and generous hugs.  Honestly, you can handle just about anything when you travel with common sense, and a slight grin, especially when Mike hands you a splash of wine in a crystal goblet.


Falling into bed that night was absolute heaven. And the pillows passed the Cheryl test, meaning, they were soft and not overly fluffy. I have neck issues, because contrary to popular belief, I’m not rubbery. Rubberneck, get it? 

Let’s move on…

One thing I love and hate about traveling is feeling disoriented and removed from my comfort zone ~ temporarily. I think we woke up at 5:00 am our time. It was 7:00 am in Missouri, 6:00 am mountain-time, but I was too groggy to calculate multible time zones. I simply follow my nose over to Gail and Mike’s cabin where they’re brewing fresh coffee. 

Photo Credit: Gail Severance

On the table was a marvelous spread of fresh fruit, danish quiche, and pastries, along with fresh bagels, cream cheese, and lox! I know. I know. How does she pull this off in the middle of nowhere? We hardly said good morning before grabbing plates and assuaging our hunger. Traveling can certainly provoke a capricious appetite. 

Gail kept us on a beautifully choreographed schedule with grace and humor regardless of our inability to appreciate the complexities of agendas and inflexible timetables. We have tickets for an open-air tram ride through the beautiful Dogwood Canyon in less than an hour and I still have to shower, deal with my disobedient hair and figure out my footwear. I chose comfort. 

Photo Credit: Stranger with our iPhone

After caravaning to the canyon, we arrive in paradise. I’m not kidding. This particular land refuge was established by John Morris, who owns half of Missouri by the way, his fingers in every known civic project, oh, and every damn Bass Pro Shop in America. Yeah, that guy. If there was a Garden of Eden, it was modeled after Dogwood.

Photo Credit: Sue Goudreau

The tram wove us through mile after mile of the most beautiful landscape I’ve ever seen, past waterfalls, treehouses, ancient limestone caves, dogwood trees, elk, buffalo, eagles, and groundhogs if you’re into that. I believe there was even a pool of rare yellow trout. We ended up at the main lodge for lunch and discovered the best-kept secret in the world!

Drum roll…

Ice-cold Dogwood Beer. Try and keep that between us.

Photo Credit: Sue Goudreau

We don’t have a lot of time to lollygag because we have tickets to the Dolly Parton Stampede tonight. We think we’re going to see Dolly in person, or at least a clip of Dolly, but oh no, the reality defied all expectations. 

Photo Credit: Gail Severance (check out my shoes under the table)

Slipping into our evening attire, we head to Branson to check out the town before the Dolly show, stopping for some pre-show chips and margaritas. Arriving at the theater, we pass a freshly painted pristine barn full of horses, pigs, and fresh-faced teenagers, dressed in patriotic gear, eager to join you in a picture. 

Now isn’t this curious?

We’re beginning to realize our concept of the Dolly show was sorely misinformed. It’s actually a good old fashion, down-home, rodeo-style event. As Sarah Reijonen says, “how you live your life is up to you. You have to go out and grab the world by the horns. Rope it before it ties you down and decides for you.” 

Photo Credit: Dolly Parton Theater

Horses, pigs, dogs, and comedians storm the arena as an army of waiters present you with a mid-western dinner, more like a hometown buffet, and it did not disappoint. The first course is a huge bowl of creamy soup, followed by an entire chicken (one for every human), slabs of pork, fried potatoes, biscuits, corn, and so you don’t go home hungry, a hardy pastry for dessert. 

Just when I think my stomach is about to burst, the show comes to an explosive end with cannonballs, Dolly singing in the background, and American flags proudly circling around the arena. It was the closest I’ve come to a revival service in my life. I felt saved. Transfigured. Renewed. With a mild case of indigestion.

Back at the homestead, we gather in our sweats for a glass or two of Severance wine from Mike’s exclusive collection.  It was an experience in itself, after which we engaged in a few rounds of Mexican Train, accompanied by soft guitar music via Mike. 

It was one of those nights that just fell in place, one you never wanted to end.

If I thought I was transformed by Dolly, I was dead wrong. Today we’re attending a renowned production about the life of Jesus, and although our expectations are tepid, they were quickly resurrected so to speak. Clearly, whatever we were seeking did not come in the form we were expecting. As Neal Stephenson says it is what you don’t expect… that most needs looking for. 

Photo Credit: Stranger on Sue’s iPhone

I’m not sure how to explain the impact of this event, other than to say every scene was impressive, majestic, spectacular, and stirring. The actors, the sets, the live animals, the music, and the message all came together with bursts of insights so powerful they could not be ignored.

The gospels come to life in this depiction of Jesus’ life and for once you see his mission as a whole, uncut as if viewing a completed puzzle instead of one piece. You walk away from an event like this transformed. It doesn’t matter if you’re Christian or not, the message of this young man’s life is enough to not only modify your previous convictions but enhance them.

Photo Credit: Gail Severance

After being inspired by Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, we head to the top of the mountain for dinner and a little exploration. Yes, golf carts were involved, and I will not apologize for the shenanigans that followed. As we traverse this sacred ground, entering caves, passing waterfalls, and ogling the spectacular views for the better part of an hour you can’t help but be taken in by the pageantry of it all. Of course, we stopped at the Bat Bar for cocktails because that’s what you do in the depths of a limestone cave full of bats! 

Good times. [See my reel for details

Photo Credit: Gail Severance

We only gave ourselves an hour to explore the museum of Native Americans who lived in this region. That was a colossal miscalculation. It boasts of having the largest collection of Native American artifacts in the world. I could have spent an entire day strolling, reading, and immersing myself in this primitive culture of spears, leather, and nomadic living.

Which suddenly seems appealing to me? 

Photo Credit: Stranger iPhone

Our dinner at Osage was fabulous, or would have been, had a snafu with our service not occurred. But it afforded us time to sip wine and slip out on the balcony to watch the sunset, accompanied by live bagpipes, with a live cannon explosion at sunset.

Again…only in Missouri. 

As all good things must come to an end we were cognizant this would be our last evening together. Larry set a fire in the outside pit and we enjoyed a glass of delicious wine, s’mores, and the kind of conversations that only happen around the magic of a campfire. 

Photo Credit: Gail Severance

Our final morning found us sipping coffee at Gail and Mike’s place, packing up our bags, loading the cars, before heading to the College of the Ozarks for brunch. This is a unique place. A highly sought-after educational experience, which is free to all students, who are lucky enough to meet the admissions standards. Every student is expected to work for their tuition, adding to their life skills, character, and formation. The student-served brunch was the fruition of our journey. 

Before long, it was time to say goodbye to the Severances and head for home. 

As if twelve-year-olds, we could not refrain from pulling off Route 66 to see the famous Uranus Fudge Factory, because the most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what’s in between. And we took great pleasure in engaging with this crass but comedic occasion.

The minute you walk through the doors of the factory, the entire staff yells, “welcome to Uranus.” It’s mortifying, then funny, and then you find yourself yelling at the new arrivals. 

Photo Credit: Cheryl Oreglia

The famous St. Louis Arch was a worthy stop, before returning the rental car, and shuttling to the airport. What I’ll realize about this fabulous experience, maybe years later, is that it modified my expectations. From Dolly to Jesus, from bat caves to the top of the mountain, from custard to fudge, we’ve been reshaped, Missouri style. 

At the end of the night, caving to the exhaustion of travel, there was just the two of us, leaning against our familiar pillows, side by side, soon to be transported by dreams to regions all our own. As Larry and I ease into retirement, we’ve found a new vocation, maybe our only true vocation, to travel the backroads of the world, discovering aspects of ourselves in the dust of our journeys.

I’m Living in the Gap, recently escaped from Branson, I’m begging you to join me in the comments.

“Air travel reminds us who we are. It’s the means by which we recognize ourselves as modern. The process removes us from the world and sets us apart from each other. We wander in the ambient noise, checking one more time for the flight coupon, the boarding pass, the visa. The process convinces us that at any moment we may have to submit to the force that is implied in all this, the unknown authority behind it, behind the categories, the languages we don’t understand. This vast terminal has been erected to examine souls.” Don DeLillo


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  1. What a fabulous trip. You made me feel like I was along for the ride! About 10 years ago, I spent a week in St. Louis for a training week for work. Everyone raved about Pappy’s BBQ. It was amazing! Next time you’re there, you’ll have to check it out.

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    1. Thanks for the suggestion. I will check out Pappy’s BBQ in a few weeks, as we’re traveling back to St. Louis for a wedding. This trip we were only in St. Louis for a brief time as our vacation was focused in Branson! What a magical place. The landscape is absolutely stunning, placid lakes, rolling hills, blooming trees, and the people are the salt of the earth! I really wanted more time! Thanks for joining me E on our little adventure. Hugs, C

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      1. It’s Pappy’s Smokehouse (not bbq-my mistake) and voted best ribs in the nation by Food Network! I liked the brisket. I’ve never been to Branson or out in the countryside. Something to look forward to.

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        1. Oh I’m so checking out Pappy’s Smokehouse! I’m all about a good rib! Oh you have to put Branson on the bucket list! It’s a beautiful area to explore. Wish we had more time. Hugs, C

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    1. Hi Fraggle, it was an amazing trip, so much to explore and enjoy in Branson. It’s weird, but I forget sometimes you don’t live in the USA? Yes! You have to pop over someday and enjoy the beauty of the states! If you get all the way to California let me know and I’ll show you around! Hugs, C

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  2. Oh my goodness, C! Where do I begin? You visited all my favorite places. Where I live, in this tiny town near Branson, is home to the original tiny Bass Pro store. Now you have fully seen all the reasons I love my rolling hills of home. Your pictures, and descriptions, are amazing! I live about 35 minutes from Dogwood! I’m so glad you had a great time (I’ve still yet seen “Jesus” and can’t wait). While you were in my “neck of the woods” having fun I had Covid. Lol. By the way, my oldest son attended College of the Ozark’s! When I was a school principal my BEST hires came straight from here. I go over there now and get ice cream and walk around and reminisce of memories. Thank you for taking us on your journey (and yes, I loved your shoes and outfits!). Did you suffer with any allergies during your stay? Come back in July for the “air you wear” (it’s really fun doing hair hence, I wear pigtails!). Hello, Gail! It’s so good to see you! I love you oodles, C!!! Xoxo

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    1. We were thinking of you and knew you were close by, but our itinerary was pretty full. How impressive that your son went to College of the Ozarks! I know it isn’t easy to get in. When you talk to the students their poise, kindness and work ethic comes shining through.
      I think this trip exceeded all expectations. (It helped that the weather was perfect)
      We will look you up next time, and let me know when you are coming to Jefferson City for your book signing.

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      1. Hi, Gail! Yes, I have on my list to call Nandor at the book and gift store! I’m playing catch up still! I’m so glad the weather cooperated for all of you, too! I will keep you updated! Hugs!! K 💛🤗


    2. Hi Karla, I so hope you’re feeling better! For some reason I thought you lived in St. Louis and I knew we were only going to be there for short spurts? But when Gail said you lived near Branson I was so frustrated that you were healing from COVID because we could have easily met up with each other. What an incredible place you live. It’s absolutely beautiful and so much to do! Dogwood alone was a heavenly experience not to mention the Jesus show and Dolly! I can’t believe your son went to College of the Ozark’s! That is fantastic and what an honor to be accepted at such an extraordinary institution! Wow! Speaking of allergies, oh my, they went bonkers! The pollen in the air completely covered our rental car! Crazy. We had a blast with Gail and Mike, the salt of the earth those two! Love and hugs to you, xxoo, C

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      1. Thank you, C! Yes, I’ve been near the Branson area for many years now and absolutely love it! There is always something to do for sure! I really love the nature trails and how close I am to even Arkansas and great hiking there. I’m sure my Covid began as allergies and a sinus infection. My daughter-in-law’s both share how haywire their allergies are when they are in this area. It’s awful! I’m so glad you all had so much fun! I’m finally starting to feel more like myself. I still can’t smell and taste like normal (I’m hoping Finn and I don’t stink too bad, 😂). When you get here again we have to meet up! Love and hugs back again! Xoxo 😘

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        1. Oh, this is good news to hear you are feeling better! Missouri is indeed a paradise but that does come with pollen and we were feeling the percussions. My nose was plugged up for the majority of our time in Branson. The cars were coated with yellow powder. I’m sure God had a reason for pollen, noses, and drainage ~ I’m just not sure what? And yes, let’s try and meet up on the next visit! Love and hugs, C

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        2. Thank you, C. My Covid is like the cha cha. A couple of steps forward, two back. It’s unlike anything I’ve had (and I’ve had a lot, lol). Today the sun is shining and the pollen seems to have been washed away. I’m PRAYING to move a bit and feel the positive effects of the sun. Love you dearly my friend! Please take care!! xoxo

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  3. Wow! This sounds like a fantastic adventure. I so appreciate how you describe everything. Reading it makes me feel like I am there too!. Your “Gilligan” reference made me laugh! LOL I can relate to the “Dolly Stampede” – our family has experienced this show in Pigeon Forge, TN – it’s great fun! Glad you had an amazing time with family/friends and thanks for sharing your journey! Best Wishes! Leigh

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    1. Hi Leigh, it was fantastic! Thank you for joining us on the journey, coming along for the ride, the laughter, the stampede, and let’s not forget Jesus! It’s just good for the soul spending time with family and good friends. I don’t care what you do, it’s those meaningful conversations that have time to happen, shared experiences you can return to again and again, and learning about how people live their lives in different places. I realize that traveling is a huge privilege and I’m ever so grateful. Thanks for your lovely comment Leigh, Hugs, C

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    1. Hi Dorothy, yes, one for the memory books for sure, and Dolly made the front page. I know you love food and can appreciate the different cuisines that come from different areas. Well, I have to say Missouri has some amazing foods, starting with frozen custard, fudge, ice cold beer (not a food really), and some delicious steaks! I enjoyed every bite! Hugs, C

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  4. Cheryl- a few little tidbits I forgot to mention…
    My grandmother was a high school classmate of Theodore Drewes. We have the yearbook with both of their photos.
    Also our girls performed the “Going to Branson” song on stage in elementary school. Next time we are all together you should ask them to sing it for you!!

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    1. Hi Gail, wait! Your mother when to school with the frozen custard man? That’s amazing. And let me just say he had a slick operation going in St. Louis! You know me, I’m not a fan of desserts, but his custard was delicious. And I will certainly ask for a rendition of “Going to Branson” from your girls! Oh my. That would be worthy of a Reel! Hugs, Cheryl


  5. Hi Cheryl,
    Loved this Recap. What a great time was had. Little did I know that so much fun could be found in Branson, Missouri. I guess it only goes to show, it’s not where you are, but who you are with.
    I have to say that because of the amazing times we have had whenever we visit you in California, it put quite the pressure on us to deliver. It doesn’t help that everything people know about the Branson area can be summed up as Hee Haw meets Deliverance meets Ozark (Net flix.) Hope we were able to dispel some of that.
    Anyway, it was great to see you, Larry, Jim and Sue. We feel blessed to be part of your family.
    Hope to see you all soon.

    PS. Beware, …. Rachel may be scheming up something.

    PPS. Sounds like I missed out on quite the party at Uranus.

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    1. Hi Mike! Writing a recap of a vacation is always tricky because to make it applicable to my normal readers means trivializing some things while elevating others. I mean how do you find the deeper meaning in a fudge factory in Uranus? Or stampede someone with with no Dolly? As you say, it’s not where you go, it’s always who you’re with who claim the experience. And we always have a fabulous time with the Severances! I can’t wait for our next adventure and I look forward to hearing about Rachel’s schemes? And can I just say the Ozark’s pollen has become part of my DNA! Love and hugs to you and Gail, Cheryl


  6. I think I would love that trip, though I would excuse myself from ‘The Life of Jesus’ experience. But my absolute favourite part was that you arrived wearing sheepskin slippers! I am wearing some as I type this!
    Best wishes as always, Pete. x

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    1. Hi Pete, I do believe you would love Branson! It’s an extraordinary place with more to do than a person has time to give. And thank you for noticing my sheepskin slippers! We had a very long travel day. Up at 4:00 am, six hours in the air, four hours in the car, and with the time difference arriving in Branson after dark. The slippers were a must as they’re my coziest shoe. I see you love them too! Hugs, C

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  7. Wow, what a trip. Sounds–and looks–like such fun. I’ve never done Branson but have visited the arch, when family lived for some years in Lake of the Ozarks. So much to explore!


    1. Hi Rebecca, I’m sorry I missed your comment, but in my defense I’m recently retired and have completely lost track of my mind? It happens. We did have a wonderful time, what a beautiful part of the country, much to see and do. Hope all is well and good with you! How’s your book coming? Hugs, C

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    1. Hi Kathy, they’re Joyks, made in Italy. I purchased them years ago for a trip to Spain in the winter! I absolutely love the warmth, fit and feel! Thrilled to have distracted you! Hugs, C


    2. Hi Kathy, they’re by Joyks, made in Italy. I bought them years ago for a trip to Spain in the winter. I absolutely love the fit, feel and comfort of these boots! Thrilled to have distracted you! Hugs, C

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