Blue Highways

Hey, I just read Blue Highways and loved it. Guess it's MY way of traveling. Was wondering if the author has written any other books, and what he is doing today. He was sure missing his Cherokee. There is an Ottawa here in Michigan who is available, and likes to travel! Good book.

For lovers of Blue Highways and PrairyErth - check out Heat-Moon's article on the Oregon outback in National Geographic (August 1997.) He was also profiled in the Missouri Conservationist, Oct. 1996. And he's hard at work on a book about his trip across America via the great rivers.

First and foremost, congratulations on finishing Heat-Moon's book. ON the contrary, you people must be a bunch of idiots for reading 407 pages of bullshit describing nature and pointless history that is insignificant. Hell I'll write a journal about me stealing something macy's and send it to you guys so you can read it....I bet you'd like it to since you're a bunch of Heat-Moon's Cronies.

Blue Highways is a smaller but very meaty book and so those who enjoyed it must find PRAIRY ERTH (correct spelling, trust me) and devote themselves to it, page by page. You will walk with WLH Moon and discover the splendor of the earth and its people. So take the time, take the walk and them write him a letter and thank him. I did. And he answered...

Just thought you readers of Blue Highways, PrairyErth, and the forthcoming River-Horse might like to note the author's name is Heat-Moon. Never Moon or Least-Heat. The book has had a major impact on establishing the first National Park Monument in Kansas, and the economy of Chase County has taken a decided upturn, much of it directly or indirectly related to PrairyErth. The book has also given the people of this remote place increased pride in their native territory.

Poor Mr. Kenway; I suppose he expects to be great someday, that way no story he tells will be insignificant. The point of the book (or more correctly, the trip) was to explore those places that are insignificant, to record those bits of people's lives that have little extrinsic meaning, those minutae that make us unique. To keep with the spirit of the book, don't just go to, say, the Grand Canyon; revel in the "mundane" drive, as well

I retraced some of WLH-M's Blue Highways a couple of yearsago. Specifically, through Kentucky (Shelbyville and Danville) and met Bob and the widow of the boat builder. In a couple of days, I will travel the Old Nashville -to - Louisville HWY to Bardstown,KY to bring the new year and think how different the journey was a century ago. This, of course, is a diversion. Speeds the trip up a bit. But I guess it is the only way I can pay homage to the pioneers. Maybe, I will travel to Dodge City and think of the wrangler, or to Globe,AZ and ponder the life of the early miner, or just go back to Riverside Park, right off Route 36 between Uhrichsville and Gnadenhutten on the Tuscarawas River and thank the WWII vet for raising his family along one of this country's Blue Highways. Mundanely yours, GT

Last Summer I took a road-trip through the Southwest, at which time I got back into the whole photography thing again. Well part of my trip took me to visit my aunt, in Santa Fe. A good friend had suggested that I read "Blue Highways", so I happened to mention the book to my aunt's roommate. I knew she too taught school in Columbia, MO, like the author had. But boy, did I get a surprise! "Oh yeah, Bill!! Knew him well! Taught with him over at Stephen's. Quite the character." She then proceeded to tell me some of the background information, not in the book.