My favorite season sneaks up on me every single year. One morning I’ll step outside for coffee and catch that first hint of crispness in the air, and suddenly I’m pulling out my cozy sweaters and mentally packing my bags.…
My love affair with train travel started on a rainy Tuesday morning, three years ago, when I boarded a train with no real plan except to watch the world go by from a window seat. I remember pressing my palm…
The first time I truly fell in love with fall wasn’t in a big city or on some famous scenic highway. It was in a tiny mountain town where golden leaves drifted onto quiet sidewalks, local coffee shops smelled like…
My passport was sitting in a drawer, tucked under a stack of old boarding passes, and I remember staring at it one rainy Tuesday and sighing the way you sigh when you need a trip but your bank account (and…
I still remember standing on a ridge in Glacier National Park last August, watching the alpenglow spill across a lake so blue it barely looked real, and thinking: why did it take me this long to plan a trip around…
My first glimpse of a French lavender field stopped me mid-sentence on a phone call I still haven’t finished. The rows ran straight to the horizon, the air smelled like a perfume counter left out in the sun, and I…
I still remember the first time I pulled out of my driveway with nothing but a full tank, a playlist I’d been building for months, and a van that felt more like home than my actual apartment. There’s something about…
My love affair with slot canyons started the way most good obsessions do completely by accident. I wasn’t chasing a viral photo spot or checking a box off someone else’s bucket list. I was tired, a little lost, and squeezing…
My love affair with mountain towns started the summer I packed my car, left behind a heat wave that had my whole city wilting, and drove up into the pines just to feel a breeze again. Somewhere around 7,000 feet,…
My husband and I once drove three hours out of our way because a gas station clerk told us “the leaves are better that way.” We ended up on a gravel road in the middle of nowhere, completely lost, laughing…
