Boone at the River

Boone Merrick again, and here at the end I'll say it plain — it's been a pleasure. You've heard a fair pile of tales between the mountains and this river: the old footpath, the stolen town, the Bloody Pit, the whale on the mountain. That's the thing about a road this old. It's not just pavement. It's a thousand years of people going somewhere, and every one of them left a little of their story in the dirt.

Down there runs the Connecticut, patient as ever, and it'll outlast every tale I've got. Thank you kindly for letting me tell you a few of them. Drive safe now — and if a story stuck with you, come back up the Trail and I'll tell you the ones I didn't get to.