I love a bit of mud. From wallowing in the mud baths of Nha Trang in Vietnam to slathering myself in the stuff on the banks of the Dead Sea in Jordan, if there’s rejuvenating dirt to bathe in, I’m ...
I drive north on Arkansas Highway 43 into the heart of the Ozarks. Thick frost blankets leafless trees on the ridges. They sparkle in the morning sun. The temperature rises to 16 degrees. I stop my ...