
Just a short update today. I left Bennington on Route 9, which became Route 7 when I crossed the New York state line. It’s not by any means a busy road, but it is a truck route and the left shoulder sometimes dissapeared, leaving nothing but a guardrail. You always want to walk on the left if you can, so you can see the oncoming traffic. But that guardrail (combined with the narrow shoulder) was an accident waiting to happen. So I spent half the morning crossing over and walking on the right.
Just before noon, I got off Route 7 and onto a series of country byways. The busiest of these saw maybe five cars in one ten-minute stretch, then maybe none at all for ten minutes after that. The scenery was bucolic: hills, fields, and patches of forest, with the occasional farmhouse or barn or grain silo.

I began to develop this fantasy that a farmer would see me walking and invite me up to the house, and we’d sit on the porch and drink lemonade, and when I let on that I was a storyteller, the whole family would gather and I’d tell them all about the Legend of Pedestrio.
And that’s actually the point to this whole adventure. It’s easy to get bogged down in the daily details, but the fact remains, this journey is supposed to be a storytelling tour to promote my novel The Legend of Pedestrio. So if you know anybody who lives along the route and might like to hear some old-time storytelling, please spread the word. Let me know, or get them to contact me. Thanks in advance!

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