Leaving New York City: crossing the George Washington Bridge it feels like we’re entering the next phase of this journey.

Driving through Pennsylvania along Route 80, heading west.  Dense woodland, open landscape, the road cutting through hillsides exposing red sandstone.

I hear his voice, listen to him saying, ‘That’s the colour, the real colour of earth. Look at that soil.’ This on a bus from Newcastle to Carlisle. We’re in Cumbria, had not long since crossed the border, with the bus bumping and lurching along the road.

The image flickers, fades into the vastness of the landscape opening up in front and around us, into the dawning realization of the distances we are about to cover.

Thursday
1st. September
Route 80
Pennsylvania