Matthew

7.3.25 - Here's a bit about our driver, Matthew, in his own eloquent words:

Driver extraordinaire, Matthew Boudreau

Matthew Boudreau (Driver)

I’m looking for the echoes of America.In the cracks in the pavement. In the grass leaning toward the road. In the silence between storms.The kind of silence you have to be still enough to notice.

I served in the Air Force as a vehicle operator—moving people & supplies through tension & terrain. Since then, I’ve spent years on the road. Not touring. Not sightseeing. Just moving through places with my ears open. Listening for the textures most people pass by. The kind of listening that requires time. Attention. Surrender.

In all that time, I was always headed somewhere—for someone. Now, for the first time, I’m moving without a waiting destination. Not arriving for someone else, but joining people already in motion.

Liberty Walks isn’t a protest. It’s not a platform. It’s a long, soft practice of presence. 2,800 miles of slowing down on purpose. Of being willing to walk without demanding an answer.

I’ll be driving the Liberty Runner—carrying gear, setting up camp, creating spaces for music, for film, for rest, for whatever shows up that day. I know how to hold weight. I know how to make room.

I’m not here to fix the country.I’m here to listen to what’s left of it.& to help carry that forward, mile by mile.

Why I’m Driving

Because I know how to carry things.Not just boxes or miles—but mood, fragility, quiet. The stuff people feel but don’t always say. The things that show up in the rain, or in the hum between small towns.

I’ve spent years learning how to move through space with care.Learning how to be in a place long enough to hear what it’s saying.Learning how to disappear just enough for others to feel seen.

This time, I’m not walking ahead. I’m not following behind.I’m beside. With. In step.

I’m driving because something in me still believes that the road—slowed down & paid attention to—can be healing.Because I want to serve the space between places.Because I’m tired of noise, but not tired of people.

Because this walk makes room for the kind of hope that doesn't shout.Because this is the first time I’ve moved without losing myself in the destination.Because I finally get to bring everything I’ve carried into something that might matter.

Because I’m ready.& I’m not alone.