Working Through a Breakup With a New York-to-Tennessee Road Trip

in Shenandoah National Park
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EVER SINCE I RECEIVED my driver’s license, I’ve done my best thinking behind the wheel of a car. Major life decisions all have road trips attached to them. Where to go to college: a fishing jaunt through Montana. Whether to take a job in New Mexico: a ramble along the coast of Maine. Moving to New York and moving in with my girlfriend: an impromptu exploration of some back roads in Colorado’s Rio Grande National Forest.

So this past year, when that four-year relationship dissolved in the heat of summer, I did what I always do to work through it: hit the road. At first it was a series of forays into upstate New York, fishing and camping with my yellow lab, Magnolia. Then we ventured further north, to Vermont, as well as a breakneck journey halfway across the country to see family. In August, when my birthday rolled around and I was still choking down the reality of living alone, I grabbed my go bag—a tent, sleeping bag, and dog food—and hopped in the car. It was the weekend of the Great American Solar Eclipse, and so I hightailed it toward Tennessee, the surest place for cloudless weather in the path of totality, where the sun is completely blocked out by the moon.

New Jersey. Delaware. Maryland. As I passed through Washington, D.C., I hit rush hour and picked up the weekenders heading out of the swamp. Exhausted, I pulled over in a small Virginia town called The Plains. There, on the deck of Front Porch Market, with Magnolia lying at my feet, I shared a meal with a 60-something couple from D.C., simply because they noticed I was alone and asked to join. They’d been married for 40 years.

The next morning, as I began driving through the Shenandoah Valley, I fell in with a line of cars on their way to see the eclipse, too. A sign in the window of one said, “See you in the shadow.” I was in the midst of a communal pilgrimage, although I was perhaps the only person alone in his car—and I couldn’t have been happier. Free from collective decision-making,


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I could decide wherever I wanted to stop. Listen to whatever I wanted to listen to. And by being alone, the world opened up in a way it rarely does when you’re traveling with someone else. People talk to you. You engage locals. Usually, it’ll be nothing more than a hello. But sometimes they’ll share a great story or secret spot.

Which is how I found myself completely alone and watching the eclipse from an open hillside in Tennessee’s 82,000-acre Catoosa Wildlife Management Area. I’d chatted up a local hunter the night before, and he pointed me to a recent clear-cut in the woods a few hundred yards away. “I reckon you’ll see it good from out there,” he said. And he was right.

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As the moon gradually slid in front of the sun, the green hillside morphed into an eerie silver, then the sky above turned dark as the sun fully disappeared. A few stars popped out. The wind slowed and the temperature dropped. It was as if the world had powered down for a moment. Reset. And then, just as suddenly as things turned dark, the process gradually reversed itself, the world brightening again. When the heat became too much to bear, I hiked with Magnolia to a nearby river for a dunk in a deep pool. Then we got in the car and headed north—back to reality, but with all my worries in the rearview mirror. At least until I unpacked the car.

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