A Ride to The Ozark's

We are headed to Arkansas Motorcycle Country long sweeping turns on mountainous roads that lead to more of the same.  These are the Ozarks.

Arkansas has always been a mystery to me.  A question mark in my mind.  What I have learned is that Arkansas is a very diverse state.  Drawing from its border for its identity. We have spent some time in the Delta.  The low farmland that is near the Mississippi River which culturally resembles the river communities of Tennessee and the state of Mississippi.  We are headed to the Ozarks, the Northern Mountains of Arkansas a region that is largely forgotten in the national conciseness.  A yet to be discovered motorcycle Nirvana.

We leave Clarksville around 7 am,   It is about 3 hours to the Mississippi River we cross the majestic River north of Memphis on Interstate 155 after going through Dyersburg.  Once across the river, we take Highway 412 across the flat farmland of the Delta through the Bootheel of Missouri.   The heel as I like to call it wanted to be included in Missouri when it won statehood.  Because they did not want to be part of the Arkansas Territory.  Those mountain people were said to be just dangerous and unpredictable.

It is a straight shot to the town of Paragould, Arkansas; where we find the start of the Ozarks. While making our climb into the Ozarks we run into some weather.  We ride in a driving rain for about 20 minutes.  It was short and sweet, part of the experience.


We begin our final push to our destination.  It is a fast trip on these winding roads passing through the mountain towns of Walnut Ridge and Hardy.  After 8 hours on the road, we arrive at our destination.  Crown Lake at the mountain resort of Crown Point.