- Anne-Marie Lacey
At first it seemed that circumstances conspired against me. Hurricane Sandy roared through the Northeast, raising floods and dumping snow, and causing terrible problems for so many people. I watched the disaster unfold on the news and felt guilty as I nursed my private concern: would the Keswick Hunt go out on Friday the second of November, and would I be able to get my horse from Tennessee to Virginia to hunt with them? My friend P.J. Drayton and I had planned our trip for months, even “practicing” hauling our horses with our cobbled-together combination of my truck and her trailer, and making detailed packing lists and contingency plans for various calamities. But we had not counted on the disaster that was Sandy. Our Deep South foxhunting buddies in Tennessee and Alabama warned us by phone, text, and email that we were committing certain suicide by attempting the trip. There was snow on the ground up there, for heaven’s sake!