We left Ashland and drove north along Dead Indian Memorial Highway. The drive was absolutely stunning.
It's one of the most beautiful stretches of roads I've ever rolled through.
After our Pilgrims and Puritans Unit, we've been reading excerpts from James Fenimore Cooper's Last of the Mohicans. It's a boy's book, I know... one that saved me as a youth growing up in the forests and cow fields of Colton. Yet it's also significant because it framed our collective ideas of the western frontier during the French and Indian War.
The story of Hawkeye, the frontiersman. Chingachgook and Uncas, the last of a dying name. Magua, the soulless savage bent on revenge. The fearless Cora and naive Alice. The lovelorn Major Heyward. All trying to survive at the edge of the world in a tumultuous time.
I've always loved the character of Hawkeye, Natty Bumppo, the main protagonist in Cooper's The Leatherstocking Tales. Know as 'The Pathfinder' or 'The Trapper,' as 'Deerslayer,' and 'La Longue Carabine.' He was a man that rejected 'book learnin'' and instead focused on what nature could teach him... to live in balance with the unknowns of the physical world.