By Jill Henderson (A Journey of Seasons: A Year in the Ozarks High Country)
When my husband and I left the pristine wilds of Montana back in 1996, I never thought I would ever again see rivers that were as lovely and clear as those high mountain streams – but then we found the Ozarks. Some of the rivers in these hills are so clear that you can count the rocks at the bottom six feet down, and so cold they’ll take your breath away. Obviously, Ozark rivers are the pride and joy of south central Missourians and in the depths of the hot summer months, they are also our respite. But the rivers in the Ozarks also have a long history – some of which is much more recent than most realize.
For many years I have written about the Ozarks. Most of the time I write about the natural landscape and the plants and creatures that inhabit it. But that’s not where my love for this place ends. For what is a place without its people, its culture and how it sees itself compared to the rest of the world and how the rest of the world sees them? Ask anyone who doesn’t live here about the Ozarks and most will eventually use the word hillbilly in some shape or form. 




