I passed the 1,000 mile mark just north of the Maryland-Pennsylvania border this morning, heading north from the Augusta Heritage Festival in West Virginia, where I've spent the last week playing tunes, working a lot on guitar accompaniment, and doing a lot of singing. All in a very beautiful spot with near-perfect weather, complete with a fall nip in the air last night. We sat outside and sang duets and honky tonk tunes, joined an enormous jam on the porch, and then followed the sound of pounding feet to find an impromptu lesson in Irish set-dancing going on.