No Way!! Yes Way!!

After many months of letting my illness get the best of me and turning down invitations to do things, my husband and I accepted a ride to Silver Dollar City yesterday. Our friends have a season pass so we got in on a Buddy Pack.
My friend packed sandwiches and brought sodas. It is good that she did because the cost of food there is out of sight!

However, the smell of barbeque and fried potatoes, kettle corn, and a zillion other yummy foods were just killing me.
Our friend needed a motorized wheelchair, but I had Fran. He needed the exercise, and there was no way I could have walked it myself.
What did we do? Well, we went to about four shows, I believe. We met people from different parts of the states and had good visits.
Of course, I packed my trusty camera, and you will never believe this, the batteries were dead. I said, "No Way!" I could have cried. What I did moan and groan about was that they were fine when we got home!!
I told Fran that the last time I was at Silver Dollar City was twenty two years ago. We took my daughter for her twenty first birthday. I really didn't see much difference; the little train was still carrying folks around the park, the glass blower was still there and so was the "smithy." However, the original "smithy" had passed away and is buried in the cemetary close by. My friend kept running into candy vendors and getting samples. She was grinning ear to ear. I was concerned that they were on to her, but she didn't care.
This week was the Bluegrass festival along with the barbeque. There were so many people I couldn't believe it! They also had bus and bus load of kids off school for field trips.
Before Fran and I were married about three years ago, we decided to go for a ride. We looked to the side of the road and on a little stage, a farmer's market was "happening." One of our friends was selling goat soap, the gals were serving cookies and hot chocolate, and for entertainment was a little bluegrass group called the Myer's Brothers. At that time the little guy that played the bass fiddle was nine years old. The other brothers were teenagers. We loved their music. We were so pleased to  see that they were also at the festival.
The only thing that put a damper on things was cold (very cold) weather and rain. That was ok, we had a good day.
If any of you get a chance to go to the Ozarks, make sure that Silver Dollar City is on your list of things to visit.