Travel Tips

I used to think privacy shelters were just for beach-goers who couldn’t handle the awkwardness of towel-juggling while changing out of wet swimsuits.

The dirt road starts where most tourists give up. I’ve driven past Monument Valley’s entrance booth maybe a dozen times, and every single time

I used to think finding outdoor concerts was just about checking a venue’s website and calling it a day. Turns out, the whole landscape has shifted

I used to think summer camping meant showing up anywhere with a tent and calling it a weekend. Turns out, peak season—roughly mid-June through late

I used to think getting a decent cell phone plan for a road trip meant either paying through the nose or accepting that I’d be digitally MIA for weeks.

I spent three summers in the Adirondacks before I figured out that slapping mosquitoes wasn’t actually a strategy. The thing about camping is that you’

I used to think forest drives were all the same—trees, more trees, maybe a deer if you’re lucky. Then I drove the Kaibab Plateau, and honestly

I’ve driven a lot of backcountry roads, but White Rim Road in Canyonlands National Park still manages to feel like you’re threading a needle

I used to think the Cascade volcanoes were just postcard scenery—dormant giants you’d admire from a distance, maybe snap a photo, then move on.

Motion sickness is one of those things that sounds minor until you’re the one turning green in the backseat. I used to think car sickness was just