Life Finding A Way
On a snowy February afternoon almost exactly a year ago, I took my final pre-pandemic road trip. I drove to Albany, where I met a pair of wildlife biologists named Carl Herzog and Katelyn Ritzko. Together we traveled on into the Adirondacks, stopping at the end of a road in the woods. Getting out of the car, we hiked a snow-covered trail until we reached a half-frozen stream. There we stopped to suit up in neoprene chest waders. We put on helmets, switched on headlamps, and stepped into the stream to make our way into a flooded graphite mine.
“Tripping and falling is the biggest threat,” Herzog said as the darkness closed around us. “You don’t ever want to touch the ceiling.”