DATELINE: THE WILDERNESS OF WESTERN MAINE – My golf cart is careening around turns, catapulting down tree-lined chutes of concrete, and reeling in the chicanes. First, I’m narrowly missing trees, then I’m splashed in the face by a wall of water, then I’m blinded by flashes and deafened by a sudden cacophony of noise. Grab the “Oh Shit handle” and hang on, because...
