Travel Tips

I’ve been on the road for thirty-one days now, and honestly, my bank account looks like a crime scene. Before I left, I sat down with a spreadsheet—

I’ve driven the Mirror Lake Highway maybe six times now, and every single time I forget how quickly the air gets thin. The Uinta Byway—

I used to think ice was just ice—you know, frozen water, nothing complicated about it. Then I spent three summers driving cross-country with my

The thing about driving into Chinle is that nobody warns you about the silence. When the Sandstone Walls Start Talking Back to You I’

I used to think car organization was just about having a trash bag hanging off the back seat. Turns out, after seven cross-country drives and one particularly

I’ve driven the Nebo Loop maybe four times now, and each time I forget how the altitude messes with your ears until you’re already halfway up.

I used to think the hardest part of international road trips was navigating roundabouts in the opposite lane. Turns out, the real challenge hits you at

I drove Highway Twelve once in March, when the snow was melting off the Aquarius Plateau in uneven patches and the road felt like someone had draped asphalt

The shuttle system wasn’t always there. I remember reading about Going to the Sun Road back in 2018, maybe 2019—wait, definitely 2018 because

I used to think balance was this thing you achieved once and kept, like a trophy on a shelf. Turns out, when you’re working from a cafe in Lisbon