National Parks

Before I made it to Abby and the mountains of Colorado, I crossed five states, chased (and was chased by) storms, camped by ponds and breweries, survived a surprise cow attack, sat through a personal bee tour, and cooked filet mignon in the middle of nowhere. It was a weird and wonderful blur of weather, wildlife, and wobbly feelings, all under the wide, unpredictable sky. And now, finally, I was settling into Colorado, my home for the next week. Last we left off, I was falli

Last fall, Ant and I planned a trip to Washington. He’s been slowly working his way through every Major League stadium. I’ve been on a...

Every year Carly and I try to meet up somewhere in the U.S. and wander around for a bit. We met while living at the Grand Canyon and...