The road here follows, more or less, the Booneslick Trail, the initial leg of the Oregon Trail it also parallels both the southern latitude of the last great glacier in central Missouri as well as the northern boundary of the Osage Nation.” This is how he memorably put it, at the start, from behind the wheel: “The first highway: Interstate 70 eastbound out of Columbia, Missouri. He was 38 then, on an extended road trip in a Ford van following a somewhat circular route around the United States, sticking to the highways marked in blue on his old road atlas. He was Bill Trogdon, or William Least Heat-Moon, according to his Osage lineage. An autobiographical travelogue written by an author seven years too old to be a baby boomer, it nevertheless appealed strongly to that generation and became a metaphor for life as a journey-a very Catholic idea. Blue Highways is one of those rare books that continues to define a generation.
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