Unforeseen Events
In January of 1994, when I was a sophomore in college, I walked over to the student union after the holiday break to check my mailbox. Inside I found a copy of Outside, the first issue of a gift subscription my parents had given me for Christmas. I immediately fell in love with the writing, and then, in the ensuing years, with one writer in particular: David Quammen. Every time I received a new copy of Outside, I’d start flipping the pages to find his Natural Acts column, where Quammen spun fascinating yarns out of seemingly dry topics like plant ecology. As I look back, reading his stories acted as a kind of invisible hand on the steering wheel that gradually changed my career trajectory, prompting me to veer off…