All good things are wild and free.

-Henry David Thoreau

I grew up in  a small town in a valley between a river and a plateau on the outskirts of the Adirondack park.  As a teenager I did my best to rebel against the confines of the village limits.  We all know that in retrospect, almost everything seems better, but damn- I swear that it was idyllic- it was the stuff of all the best scenes of all the great coming of age movies combined.   Continue reading →