A friend of mine -- someone I admire a lot -- recently started a new blog. This isn't like most blogs. Unlike my blog, for example, his is not cheap, shallow, intemperate, snarky, and filled with foul language. Rather, his blog is erudite, literary, and intellectually interesting. Moreover, it has a real, tangible connection to the world around us.
The blog I wish to refer you to is this: Walking the Post Road. I'm loathe to categorize it, but I cannot resist. It is part travelogue (walkalogue?), part American history, part slice-of-life, part thoughtful reflection on nature and development. But in characterizing it this way, I sell it short. It is a piece of many parts, a symphony of observation, research, and intriguing encounters.
The author* of this blog is walking (!!) the ancient Indian trail that "roughly follows the route of U.S. 1 . . . the most ancient and documented route from Boston to New York." Along the way, he will provide us with carefully researched historical information, with thoughtful consideration of the natural and developed world he encounters, and with mini-portraits of the people whose paths he crosses. A modern-day Thoreau, he also is certain to enlighten us with his observations about solitude and the pleasures and pains of perambulation.
His is a most unusual undertaking. I intend to be with him, every step of his way, learning from his fieldwork and his humanity. I urge you to be there, too. Walking the Post Road. See it now. Subscribe to the RSS feed. Become part of this adventure. We'll all learn a lot.
* Despite his aptitude for historical and geographical scholarship, his appreciation of the tension between nature and development, and his general bonhomie, the author intends for now to remain anonymous. Why? I dunno. But his identity is safe with me.