Travel Tips

I used to think the American Southwest was just red rocks and dust until I ended up on a dirt road outside Kanab, Utah, chasing formations that looked

I used to think volcanic calderas were just big craters, the kind you see in textbooks with perfectly symmetrical rims. Then I drove the Jemez Mountain

I used to think altitude sickness was something that happened to other people—mountain climbers, hardcore hikers, people who actually trained for this stuff.

I’ve driven the Burr Trail maybe three times now, and each time I forget how disorienting it is to watch rock bend like fabric. The road cuts through

The thing about Monument Loop is that nobody really calls it that. I’ve driven this stretch of Utah dirt maybe a dozen times now, and every single

I used to think rain gear was basically all the same—slap on a plastic poncho, call it done, maybe complain a little when your socks got soaked anyway.

I used to think Highway 89 was just another desert road—until I drove the stretch between Marble Canyon and the Vermilion Cliffs.

I used to think dash cams were just for insurance claims and Russian highway chaos. Turns out, these little devices have become something else entirely

The Alaska Highway unfolds like a worn journal—2,200 kilometers of asphalt, gravel patches, and the kind of silence that makes you check if your

I used to think the Trail of the Ancients was just another scenic drive—pretty rocks, maybe a ruin or two. Turns out, the stretch between Blanding