The road was so dark, and the night so foggy, that I could hardly see. My 16-year-old son, Simon, and I were in southwestern Virginia. Diamond-shaped warning signs about downhill grades and truck brakes flashed by. The sky was weirdly light along the horizon, but none of that seemed to translate to the highway that unfurled blackly ahead.
One of my favorite fatherly duties is going on college visits with my daughter. Later this month, we will head to the University of Pennsylvania, a trip that was timed more for her convenience than mine, but one that coincides with some of the most vibrant fall foliage in any part of the country.