Well, it’s been less than 24 hours since University Singers arrived home from our trip to Branson, Missouri. I’ll write more about my experiences in the coming days, but I’ve decided to offer a different look into our journey. As the title suggests, today’s post will be coming from the geographer’s (i.e. me) perspective. I will first talk about the physical geography of the trip and then briefly delve to the slight climactic variation we experienced. Finally, I will briefly expand on some of the key locations we saw or visited during our five day journey.
Physical Geography
We began at the loading dock of Emens Auditorium in Muncie, Indiana. As we drove southwest on I-69, I-465, and I-70 the terrain was decidedly flat (thanks glaciers!!!) and was dominated, with the obvious exceptions of Anderson and the Indianapolis Metropolitan Statistical Area (MSA) by agriculturally employed land. Fortunately, we got a break from the monotony when we neared Greencastle and Cloverdale. A finger of the Crawford Upland, with its softly undulating hills and broadleaf deciduous vegetation, reached up from the south offering a welcome change in scenery. The joy of variety was short lived as we entered into the Wabash Lowland and into Illinois. Apparently Illinois is known as “The Prairie State.” I did not know this until I did some research, but it makes sense. It’s flat. Real flat. The extent of glaciation reaches much further south in Illinois than in Indiana creating one big ole mess of mundane blah. Fortunately the sun brought salvation on the eyes and nerves by setting and casting a sea of darkness over the land. Still driving over the rural parking lot of Illinois we approached the bright lights of St. Louis. This was particularly exciting because it meant fording the Mighty Mississippi. Being that it was dark on the way to Branson, it was difficult to really grasp its power and majesty, but the trip back afforded the opportunity to take in the physical and symbolic magnificence of that river.
It seemed fitting that we stopped at Pacific, Missouri. Just like its aquatic namesake, Pacific is a boundary between two regions. As we boarded the bus Thursday morning, we were taking our first steps into new territory. The region we entered was the Ozarks. The Ozarks are often confused as mountains, but in reality they are part of the Ozark Plateau. Millions of years of weathering and erosion have cut into the earth and stone resulting in a dramatic landscape of low peaks and valleys. In one of these valleys is where we finally settled in Branson.
Climate
One of the most thrilling aspects of this trip was the opportunity to be in a different climate…unfortunately, while the climate was different, the variations on our trip were fairly subtle. Muncie sits in what is called a Dfa climate region. This means our climate is temperate, but with a moderate to high difference between the months with the lowest and highest temperature. We also receive precipitation all year. The climate we experienced was a somewhat hazy Cfa. This is similar to the Dfa except that the coldest month’s temperature is above freezing. Essentially, Bransonistas enjoy the benefits of living closer to the Gulf of Mexico and being further south and thus have warmer winters. Nonetheless, Branson sort of straddles the two climate zones, thus, especially given the short duration of our stay, it was difficult to make out any real difference in climate. Had we been there a couple months, perhaps the differences would have been more apparent. I know I’m not going to do that. With respect to the climate of Branson, if my Goode’s World Atlas tells me it’s a Cfa, I’ll just take its word for it.
Places of Interest
In this part, I’ll forego talking about our starting point of Muncie. Never mind…factoid: Muncie has bad roads. Happy? Good. Our first stop of the trip was about seven miles into Illinois off of I-70 at the Cumberland Road Rest Stop. This was pretty exciting because not only did this place have bathrooms and free Illinois maps, it also had the world renowned Fancher Pony Truss Bridge. Apparently people get married there or something. That’s the rumor I heard.
Although we didn’t stop there, we did pass through St. Louis. It’s nickname “The Gateway City” is symbolized by the famous Arch. Although the actual city, at appx. 350,000 people, is slightly less populace than Kansas City, St. Louis boasts an MSA of almost 3 million, thus making it the largest metropolitan area in Missouri. Also, because Ellen asked me, St. Louis was founded by the French in 1763. Nonetheless, it also had a long history as a center for the Mississippian Indians. It’s location on the Mississippi River and as stopping point before heading west coupled with the advent of the steam engine resulted in rapid growth in the 19th century. Nowadays, Budweiser brews crappy beer there. Other stuff happens, but since we didn’t actually stop there, that’s probably all that needs to be said.
Just over 30 miles from St. Louis sits Pacific, Missouri. This, as I’ve already said, is where we found lodging on Wednesday night. Our late arrival and the imposing barrier of the highway made going into the little town of 5000 to explore Rexall Drug Store and the Depot Café unfeasible. Fortunately, the nearby Love’s Station did provide us with some much needed, er, love.
As we moved southwest, closer and closer to Branson, we came up on the city of Springfield. I have confirmed that Dr. Carter was indeed correct in his assertion that with a population of roughly 151,000 Springfield is the third largest city in Missouri. It is also the home to some twenty colleges and universities, including Southwest Missouri State University, Berean University, and the Missouri College of Cosmetology South. It’s no wonder, as a college student riding through a massive town of higher education, I felt a sort of kinship with the place.
We stopped for lunch on Thursday off US-65 in Ozark, Missouri at a place called Lambert’s. If you haven’t been there, they have really good hog jowls (read: bacon) and turnip greens. Lambert’s offers a pretty unreal dining experience. Don’t raise your hands to stretch out or you’ll get slammed in the face by a steaming yeast grenade. But apparently eating is not the only thing
to do in this town of 6000. In the second quarter of 2007, buying houses was en vogue. As you can see on this graph there were lot of houses bought then. Could have been the dip in house prices too. All I know is people were really excited about buying houses back in those days. The housing market now probably isn’t helping, but hey…that economic stimulus package might do the trick…
Finally, we arrived in Branson. Branson wasn’t always a bustling tourist town with live shows of the highest quality. Branson started as a humble little settlement in 1882 when Rueben Branson opened his general store. The store became a post office, which was apparently enough to qualify Branson as real. In 1912, the industrial revolution hit southern Missouri and Branson became an important center for wagon-wheel spoke and pencil manufacturing. After World War II, Branson diversified its economy as the lucrative arts and crafts industry blossomed. It wasn’t until 1959, when the Baldknobbers Hillbilly Jamboree Show opened, that Branson began to take its modern form. In 1967 the Presley family opened up a theater on Highway 76. The Baldknobbers followed suit and “The Strip” was born. In the last 40+ years, Branson has developed into an entertainment Mecca for geriatrics and parents-who-hate-their-kids-alike. Shoji Tabuchi, Bobby Vinton, and the Showboat Branson Belle all offer clean, family friendly entertainment that can potentially be enjoyed.
Nonetheless, pining for greater status as the premiere entertainment center of Missouri, and possibly the entire universe, Branson sought out bigger names in 2007. Upon hearing the critical reviews of ldsmusicworld.com that “Their average age ranges in the early thirties,” Branson began pursuing the Knudson Brothers. The brothers Knudsen agreed to bring their a capella renderings of pop music to “The City that Wakes up at 6, Takes a Nap at 2, and Is Asleep by 10.” In order to fit into the buzzing lethargy of the “Branson Scene” the Knudsen Brothers became SIX Brothers and also bought Scion box cars with their new, hip emblem plastered all over the sides.
Branson is also the home of the Settle Inn. It boasts three buildings based on a sort of suburban medieval theme where vinyl siding and shutters blend seamlessly into stone towers and the “Excalibur Elevator” lifts you to divine Providence . The Settle Inn boasts over 40 themed rooms, most of which contain a whirlpool and a 13 inch television. Themes include “Gone With the Wind,” “Taj Mahal,” and “Pirates of the Caribbean.” This self-proclaimed “Center of Branson” serves as a landmark for the town and is only a 25 minute, uphill walk from the nearest significant retail center. Truly Branson is a city blessed with talent and vibrancy that is unmatched by most other towns of 5000.
That’s it for now. Sorry this one was so short.