Travel Tips

I’ve driven Highway 50 three times now, and each time I forget how the silence out there actually has a texture to it. The thing about Nevada’

I used to think truck stops were just for, well, truckers. Turns out—and I mean this literally changed how I road trip—these sprawling concrete

I used to think solo road trips were about freedom and open highways, but honestly, they’re mostly about not dying in a rest stop parking lot at 2 AM.

I’ve driven the Peter Norbeck Scenic Byway three times now, and I still can’t figure out if it’s supposed to feel this disorienting.

I used to think garlic was just garlic—something you chopped at home, maybe minced if you were feeling fancy, and definitely not something that

The thing about driving Utah’s Energy Loop is that nobody tells you it’s going to feel like time travel. Where Ghost Towns Still Whisper Through

I’ve driven Highway 95 through Idaho more times than I care to count, and every single time I approach the Hell’s Canyon turnoff near Riggins

I used to think the Mount Rose Highway was just another mountain pass. Turns out, this 25-mile ribbon of asphalt connecting Reno to Lake Tahoe’

I used to think any old blanket would work for a camping picnic—turns out I was hauling around a soggy, grass-stained disaster for years. Here’

I used to think rest days on road trips were for people who couldn’t handle real travel. Then I drove from Seattle to San Diego in four days straight