I used to like highways. Back in college and just after, I liked
driving long distances, imagining I could go anywhere. I’d drive
them until I found the end.
But now I don’t drive as much, and instead I wonder about crossing
them. It’s next to impossible, especially with cement dividers
instead of the wide, grassy medians they used to have.
On my way to a client’s office I drive through a construction zone
where they’re adding another lane in both directions. The shoulder
is gone. The median is a high concrete barrier, and I see far too
many animals piled up dead against it – a dog, a red fox, another
fox, and a beaver. I imagine them coming up against it in a panic
with nowhere to turn but back into the onrushing traffic… and it
becomes my nightmare, too.