From the spot on the sand track where the showy lady’s slippers are thickest, it’s double digits of miles to the nearest pavement: even by my standards, this is really out there. I drive slowly with the windows down; if I keep it in 2nd gear, the mosquitoes mostly don’t make it in. Connecticut Warbler, …
Outside Duluth, Minnesota, the fire risk is “very high,” and I am very hot. A week ago, Duluth Harbor hit 97; one of the last times I was here, it was so cold a bottle of scotch iced, a feat I did not know was possible. Then, if you would have told me it would …
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I’m driving, and driving feels good: for the last week, I’ve been in McAllen, Texas, spinning my wheels–figuratively, literally, too. One afternoon, navigating rush-hour’s vanguard, I’d chanced a look in my rearview mirror. Behind me in the road were lug nuts. This was suspicious, because when I’d driven over that spot a split second before, …