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Are you an
adventuresome person who
likes to go for Sunday drives away from the hustle and bustle of
the city noises and traffic? Do you enjoy
getting lost and accepting that exhilerating challenge of just
letting those country roads take you back home? I like to take the remote roads
around here. That is really the best way to tour the Ozarks. My
dogs always get to ride along, perking up at every opportunity to
stick their noses out the window for a sniff at some curious
scent. Each one will occasionally attempt to commandeer the
driver's seat . . . another reason for sticking to the back
roads! The narrow dirt roads are my
favorites. So, you get a little dust on the tailgate . . . a
minor inconvenience in exchange for the joy of discovery.
Becoming lost from cares and concerns as well as on that
anonymous, unmarked country road adds to the excitement of my
quest.
Observing the quietness of open
spaces . . .
Behold the crimson sumac at the water's edge, and take pleasure from its glorious presence. Look! Over there, in that persimmon grove . . . a deer . . . eyes fixed on you . . . still as a statue. The graceful doe turns and flags the white underside of her tail . . . quickly vanishing beyond the grove and into the distant thicket. It is time to go, now. The position of the sun in that early evening Ozark Mountains sky tells you which way to head back home.
Your mind and spirits are refreshed . . . your senses revitalized. You can face tomorrow with a smile and that vivid recollection freshly sown in the back roads of your memory.
 
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