Asphalt to Asphalt, Dust to Dust

Last-minute adventuring in the Northeast

3:15 p.m. Shit. I fall out of bed, groaning as I realize how much I have overslept — a ritual that’s becoming all too familiar as the days shorten and my problem sets lengthen. This time, however, it isn’t lectures I am missing but the first day of a long weekend —theoretically perfect for knocking things off the…