06/02/2023
A red-tailed hawk dived into the underbrush lining the guardrail. Then, a blue jay flitted across the road, missing my car's windshield by a feather. There were no signs pointing the way to gas stations and fast-food drive-thrus. Towering trees blocked out most vestiges of civilisation. I was not yet off a major interstate, but I had already entered the Adirondack Park. I felt a hint of the wild that had drawn me from New York City, 200 miles away, that morning.