Adirondack Life – September 2019

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62 ADIRONDACK LIFE September + October 2019

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n the weeks prior to my son’s birth, I would enter his
nursery and gaze at the furnishings. It had taken me
years to become pregnant, and spending time among
the stuffed animals and fresh linens reinforced that
my dream of motherhood was finally becoming real.
Two years later, as my toddler wailed and thrashed in the
throes of a night terror, those Hallmark moments seemed
far away. “Hudson, I’m here. Wake up!” I said, as we swayed
in his rocking chair. “Hudson, it’s OK! What’s scaring you?”
I reached behind me and snapped on the light. His sheets
were peeled off the mattress. Books and stuffed animals
littered the floor. I stroked Hudson’s hair and threw my
head back, fighting the dark emotions welling up. I’d had
tough nights with him before, but trashing his room was

Ghosts in


the Woods


Discovering Tahawus


BY KELLY GALLAGHER


a first. It felt like the start of a new
phase—a tough one—for which I was
ill prepared. I wasn’t prepared for any
of this, and there didn’t seem to be any
effective counsel. People with children
would chuckle and spew platitudes if
I told them about my struggles, while
non-parents would express relief that
they didn’t have children. Ten months
later, Hudson would be diagnosed with
mild autism; for now, there were just
questions and self-doubts.
My husband, Alan, appeared in the
doorway with a sippy cup of milk. “Let
me take him,” he said. “You look l ike you
could use a break.”
I agreed and slunk back to bed. Guilty
thoughts plagued me until I fell into a
shallow sleep. You wanted this, I told
myself. Can you do it or not?
Not all the time, I realized. It felt good
to admit it. Before Hudson came into our
lives, I would take off without warning
to hike. Now I was anchored to the house
most of the time. I decided to take a solo
trip to the Adirondacks.
I wanted to be a world apart from
my gridded suburban neighborhood
and the surrounding strings of chain
stores. I used Google Maps to survey
my options. Upper Works Road caught
my eye. I loved the way the long, iso-
lated passage wound into the wilder-
ness until its abrupt end at a trailhead
near Henderson Lake, the body of water
from which the Hudson River—my son’s
namesake—officially begins on the map.
In satellite view, an area just east of the
road looked like an old gray scab sur-
rounded by lush greenery. What had
happened to that patch of earth?
With further searching, I learned that
the earth had been scarred by mining.
Iron ore was discovered in the area in the

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