January 29, 2003
Three nights into the freezing rain, they came to open the road. We’d been hoping for chainsaws, but instead got thundering, groaning Spielbergian monsters we could hear from half a mile away. The giant yellow beams from their headlights swooped through the ice-covered forest and wet black sky, as for some fabulous premiere performance. Opening night, indeed! We inched our way down the driveway to watch the horror show: mechanical Godzillas grabbing shrieking saplings in their jaws, cracking them in half and spitting them clumsily to the side. Seemed too high a price to pay for access to the world.