Route 27

Whenever we go walking along Route 27 there is always the knowledge (especially where there is no sidewalk and we are just walking along the side of the road with the cars whizzing by) that at any moment we will come upon the half rotted carcass of a roadkill deer. This has happened before. We walk along and see the carcass, and there is no way to avoid it because the cars are in the street, and it is just about in our path, and so we walk by, trying not to look at it (or smell it), and keep going. There are other kinds of roadkill, smaller animals, like the flattened rats that always try to get under my feet when we are walking.

Route 27 will probably be one of my strongest (and fondest) New Jersey memories, once we leave.