I've had a love affair with the Ozark Mountains for more than 20 years. Since I first breathed in those hills and hollers in northwest Arkansas, I've been seduced back countless times. The Ozarks feed my soul — especially in the fall when the leaves change colors. I hadn't visited Branson, though, since Branson Landing debuted in 2006.
By Paula Burkes
October 22, 2017