“I wish to speak a word for Nature,” said Henry David Thoreau in his famous essay, “Walking.” And so do I, but the Nature around me is the one he disparaged, carved with concrete roads, lined with fences and For Rent signs. It’s the neighborhood, not the forest, and I rarely saunter there. (Saunter, from … Continue reading Why I Run: On Thoreau and the Pleasures of Not Quite Knowing Where You’re Going