After Eminence, started the real Ozarks, without a doubt, the toughest 27 miles of the trip. The hills went straight up and straight down, then back straight up and back straight down. The rolling never stopped. The roads curved and twisted and winded around rivers and ponds and houses and trees. Of course to make the ride even more challenging was the fact that the roads had no shoulders, coal trucks were immediately followed by logging trucks, followed by pickup trucks. And none of the trucks liked bikers. They would honk, swerve, and shout out the window at you. While I've never been in a small boat, in the middle of the Atlantic during a hurricane, I can imagine the feeling would be similar to riding through this stretch of the Ozarks. As soon as you get to the bottom of a hill (wave) you look straight up at another vertical wall that you have to climb up. It's never ending. It's nerve wracking, it's challenging, it's harrowing, and it's exciting. I enjoyed the rush, but when I finally reached Ellington, I was sure glad I never had to ride that section again.