November 16, 2000

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The odometer needle was hovering between 80 and 85 miles per hour, when our car raced through the border that marked the end of New York State and the beginning of Pennsylvania. The season’s change had given us a patchwork of crimson forests to lay our eyes on as we set out on what we had hoped would be the greatest road trip we’d ever gone on. Epiphany after epiphany hit all of us during our elongated gaze into the natural beauty surrounding us