Travel Tips

The Mohawk Trail wasn’t always a tourist attraction, you know. I used to think scenic byways were just marketing inventions—

I’ve driven the Seward Highway maybe a dozen times, and I still can’t quite articulate what makes it feel different from other coastal routes.

I used to think measuring ingredients while camping was one of those things you just eyeballed, like adding salt to pasta water or guessing when the fire’

I used to think egg carriers were basically just overpriced plastic boxes for people who couldn’t handle a little adventure. Turns out—

The San Juan River cuts through Utah’s southeastern edge like a ribbon someone forgot to untie. I’ve driven past Mexican Hat—

The Virgin River doesn’t care about your itinerary. I’ve driven the stretch from Hurricane to Springdale maybe a dozen times, and each visit

I’ve driven Rim Drive three times now, and each time I forget how disorienting it is to stare into water that blue. The Geology Underneath What Looks

I’ve crossed the United States twice, once by car and once by train, and honestly, thirty days feels both generous and barely enough.

I’ve driven past Door County three times before actually stopping, which feels embarrassing to admit now. The thing about this peninsula jutting

Trail Ridge Road doesn’t feel like a road at first. I mean, it starts normally enough—winding through ponderosa pine forests around 8,000