Every year, my youngest sister goes to kamp for two weeks in Missouri. She goes to Kanakuk Kamps. She arrives on a bus, but has to be picked up at the end. The four of us left loaded up less than a week after getting home from Mexico and headed to Branson to pick her up.
We stop every two hours, in OKC, Tulsa, Joplin, and then finally Branson.
When we arrived in Branson, it rained for a bit so we hung in the room. When it stopped, we walked from our hotel to the Branson Landing to find dinner.