walden.
life after quals: yesterday i met my mom & brother in concord and we wandered around walden pond for awhile. walden has taken on this mythical quality in my life because my advisor & his golden grad student (my current acadia boss) did their flagship fieldwork with thoreau’s data. but it turns out, walden is just a pond. the woods are pretty much the same as all the other forests on old fields across new england. and, in the gift shop i found the thread connecting all of it — a copy of thoreau’s maine woods, because even henry david felt the pull of katahdin…