Tuesday afternoon's route took us winding through the Ozarks from Arkansas into Missouri. It was a gorgeous afternoon, sunny and warm like we never see in Idaho in March. We opened the sun roof and enjoyed the fresh spring air and the rolling hills. (We can't bring ourselves to actually call the Ozarks mountains.)
Wednesday morning was cooler and overcast, but still a pleasant day for a drive. This view is from my uncle's yard where we spent the night. They may not be true mountains but the Ozarks do have a beauty all their own.
And of course I couldn't pass through Mansfield without stopping by to say hello to Laura Ingalls Wilder. I didn't have to time to stop for tea, but as it turns out, she wasn't home anyway. So I just snapped a quick picture to prove I'd been there, and we went on our way.
We stopped in Rolla to visit with Lyle's parents for a few hours then headed on over into Kansas where we spent last night.