Travel Tips

I used to think any old tarp would do until I spent three days under a hardware-store blue poly sheet that collected condensation like a personal rain cloud.

I used to think old roads were just, you know, roads. Then I spent three days driving the Natchez Trace Parkway—444 miles of two-lane asphalt that

I used to think tire pressure was one of those set-it-and-forget-it things. Then I took my first real off-road trip—rocky trails in Utah, sand dunes

I used to think winter driving was just about slowing down and hoping for the best. Turns out, there’s a whole science to it—

I used to think WiFi was just WiFi—plug into a coffee shop, tether to your phone, whatever works. Then I spent three months working from a camper

I’ve driven past Vermilion Cliffs three times now, and each time I forget how the light does that thing where it turns the rock faces into something

I used to think finding wifi on the road was this desperate, slightly embarrassing hunt—like foraging for berries in a digital wasteland.

I used to think working out on road trips was something only those annoyingly disciplined people did—you know, the ones who pack resistance bands

I used to think the Overseas Highway was just another coastal drive until I actually drove it. When Henry Flagler Decided to Build a Railroad Across Open

I used to think finding authentic food while traveling meant avoiding anything with English on the menu. Turns out, that’s a pretty terrible strategy—