
I crossed the border from Missouri to Arkansas this afternoon, and I knew immediately I was home.
For starters, the land is achingly beautiful. I miss the Ozarks I grew
up with, which are surprisingly unspoiled by development. Every curve
in the rugged terrain brings a new vista. You might be high over a lake
one minute, deep into a fog bank the next and then spiraling down
switchbacks the next.
The roads are magnificently contorted, narrow and treacherous. In other words, it's a fun drive.