Maine, Summer 1962Article continues after advertisementRemove Ads It was midnight when the lone, auburn-hared woman arrived on the beach. Tall and stooped, just shy of 55, Rachel Carson looked considerably older than her years. She swayed a moment as she sat, drank in the briny air. To feel the full wildness, she switched off her flashlight. … Continue reading Rachel Carson, Jane Jacobs, and the Tumultuous Summer of 1962