Every spare second counts on this trip. That's why we've set up our car as a command center: cables and converters litter the floor and seats. Blackberries and cell phones slide along the dashboard. We try to write and file stories as we travel. We also use the time to read all of the suggestions listeners have been sending us. That's what we did yesterday as we pulled out of St. Louis. There are so many excellent ideas that we honestly don't know where to begin.
We wave goodbye to St. Louis.
One listener thinks we should visit a Navajo leader in Fort Defiance, Arizona, who is an advocate for the religious rights of inmates. Another listener in Olathe, Kansas, says we should visit her pastor, who's a "brilliant storyteller and funny as heck." And then there's the yoga instructor in Kansas City who helps people apply the principles of yoga to their everday lives and the husband and wife middle school teachers in Fort Collins, Colorado who work to get art displayed in public places. I wish we had time to visit everyone of these people.
We continued reading letters out loud to each other all the way to Arkansas. Winding our way through the Ozarks, up and down the hills, we were forced to stop reading. Car-sickness. But we eventually arrived in a town called Mountain View — a place suggested to us in one of your letters.
Even Panda the dog enjoys the music in Mountain View.
Spontaneous bluegrass jams happen all over this town. We braked in front of the Mountain View Music Shop, where a group of pickers gather every Tuesday to play Old Time music, which predates but sounds similar to bluegrass. So as Hillary Clinton addressed the crowds in Denver, we listened to traditional mountain music — banjos, guitars, and fiddles — in the state her husband once governed.
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