The colors are just settling in to their full hues as I leave Charlotte Bay, Vermont to Essex, New York. From there its through the Adirondacks in their contrasting blues and oranges and on to my first stop, Lyndonville on the sloppy shores of boisterous Lake Ontario.
Essex, New York from the east, coming into fall.
Leaving, it is with a car full of books and winter wear – who knows whether I'll get to either. But the words of Kent Nerburn ("Neither Wolf Nor Dog") ringing as I set out: "The land you walk upon, whether it be city streets, country lanes, or suburban cul-de-sacs, is Indian land. There are echoes beneath your feet that are there to be heard if you are willing to still your mind and listen to your heart."
Coming through the Adirondacks from the east and bearing south, you spill out onto the Lake Ontario watershed into towns with names like Cazenovia, Batavia and Medina. Many others dot the spine of the magnificently restored Erie Canal and hold rich stories of immigration, industrialization and the American movement west.
There's cut hay on the wind, geese gathering for their depart – rich, turned over fields and tidy farmhouses. This is lush Huron and Iroquois Confederacy land. I ease into Lyndonville and on down to Lake Ontario where I'll meet JR and DR for the night – and my first conversation about our democratic aspiration on this search for America.
After Lyndonville its Buffalo, Santa Claus, IN and on to Chicago. Thank you for joining me – I look forward to listening, a lot!