As an Iowa kid who felt like my home was an island in a vast sea of cornfields, hog farms, and plains, I was always kind of amazed that the state to our south was home to… well, mountains. That’s how my fascination with the Missouri Ozarks developed, and as an adult, I remain captivated by the rugged natural beauty of these Midwestern mountains.
I still live in the Midwest and could ostensibly fly to Springfield (or even Branson) when I visit, but I prefer to drive because there’s nothing better than hugging those winding mountain byways and Forest Service roads. Seeing the beauty of the Ozarks through my windshield, then stepping out and feeling the earth under my boots, smelling the forest air, and listening to a trout stream riffle over rocks, makes me feel like there’s no better place to be.










