Travel Tips

I used to think free museums were a myth, like finding parking in Manhattan on a Saturday or getting a straight answer about airline baggage fees.

I used to think friendship was supposed to be easy—like something you could just maintain through sheer affection, maybe a birthday text here and there.

I’ve driven the Park Loop Road maybe a dozen times, and I still can’t quite explain what makes it feel different from every other coastal drive I’

I used to think homesickness was something that only happened to kids at summer camp, you know, the ones who’d cry into their pillows at night wanting

Mount Trumbull sits there, roughly 8,028 feet above sea level, give or take a few feet depending on which survey you trust. I used to think the Arizona Strip—

I used to think outlaws picked their hideouts for the drama—the windswept cliffs, the impossible geology, the sheer cinematic audacity of it all.

I used to think hammocks were just for backyards and lazy beach days, but then I spent a night trying to sleep on rocky ground at a campsite in Vermont and—

I’ve driven past the Painted Hills three times before I actually understood what I was looking at. The John Day Fossil Beds in Oregon aren’

The first time I drove Skyline Drive, I made the mistake of trying to do it in under two hours. Here’s the thing about this 105-mile stretch of asphalt

The thing about emergency whistles is that nobody thinks they’ll actually need one until they do. I spent three years writing about wilderness survival