New England it’s not, but Inwood Hill Park at the northwest tip of Manhattan is a bit of forest stitched into the urban fabric. With a little wildness, the urban space is not uniform. You hike (?!) up a paved walk, unevenly maintained, and then walk along a fairly wide spine between the Hudson River to your west and to the forest floor down below to your east. Heterotopia. It’s a piece of indigenous New York, without the people. In the fall this is what New York looks like –wooded and rocky, orange, yellow, brown, and red.