I don't know how people can live in New York. I arrived at Penn Station yesterday at the peak of rush hour and there were so many people on the side walk. It was disorienting. Luckily I was with my friend and colleague Hikezilla. He knows his way around this part of New York as well as the woods of New Hampshire and Georgia.
There were record breaking temperatures when we emerged from the train station. It was hot. We tried fruitlessly to get a cab and then started the long walk to our hotel. We took turns leading. I'd follow him, walking against the crowds for a while and weaving from one opening to another. A flash flood of people.
There are no hills, no grass, and no landmarks to distinguish one block from another. For someone who lives for the woods and mountains and streams, this place is hell.
We sat in a cafe and wondered, what if the people were all trees? What if the stoplights were trail junctions? Is there enough oxygen in this place for all of the people?
Thankfully we took the express train back to Boston and back home. Quiet, cool, with free wireless for the laptops. It's almost worth riding the rails for 3 hours of complete peace and quiet.
Back to Red Sox Nation and the dark spring mist