Travel Tips

I used to think grinding coffee beans in the wilderness was something only those aggressively outdoorsy types did—the ones with ultralight titanium

The Arizona Strip doesn’t care if you find it. I’ve driven through a lot of remote places—Mojave backcountry, Nevada’

I’ve driven Teton Park Road maybe a dozen times, and I still can’t quite explain what happens to your peripheral vision when those mountains appear.

The Coronado Trail doesn’t care if you’re ready for it. I’ve driven a lot of mountain roads—enough to know that the ones with

I used to think loneliness on the road was just about missing people back home. Turns out, it’s way more complicated than that—

I used to think ancient routes were just lines on maps. Then I spent three weeks driving the Trail of the Ancients—this 480-mile scenic byway loop

I’ve driven through the Texas Hill Country maybe a dozen times, and honestly, I still can’t figure out if the appeal is the wine or the fact

I used to think highways were just, you know, highways. Then I drove the Historic Columbia River Highway in Oregon—this serpentine ribbon of stone

I used to think finding a good swimming hole was pure luck—stumbling onto a local’s secret spot or following a trail that dead-ends at shimmering water.

I used to think camping was just what you did when you couldn’t afford a hotel. Turns out, the decision between pitching a tent under some trees