The roads are like ribbons was one of my first thoughts driving to my place in the forest. It’s as if God dropped ribbons from the sky and where they landed is where there are roads. I knew I had finally found home.
Most of the highways through the Ozarks are lettered, a few are numbered. Nearly all of these roads are a narrow and dark blacktop in excellent condition. They are quiet and empty. The most distinguishable characteristic is the way they curve and wind and go up and down much like a roller coaster.
