When I’m on a vacation, be it a month-long backpacking trip or weekend jaunt, each day I plan to leave a section of Walt Whitman’s Song of the Open Road somewhere along the way. I might leave it in a B&B guestbook, tuck a note behind a hotel painting or write it on a dollar bill I spend at a hot dog stand. In any case, I’ll be tracking where I leave the poem here. I call it The Open Road Project.
I wrote the twelfth section of the poem under the platforms built for camping in Hungry Mother State Park near Marion Virginia. Hungry Mother is the only campground I’ve been to that has platforms built for camping in hilly areas. It kind of makes you feel like you have your own little balcony in the middle of the forest. I spent two nights there, camping, eating, talking and playing bocce ball with six wonderful people.
You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!