Descending into Westphalia.
Looking through a church.
We drove into the heart of the Ozarks, where nature—with a little help from the highway department—lays down a series of thrilling roller coaster tracks along a driving loop called the Ozark Hellbender, named for the forearm-sized salamander that hides under rocks in Ozark streams.
Cresting a hill we began our descent, curving and swerving downhill, face to face with vistas through the tall pines.
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