Solo travel

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

After my dad and I built out the back of the Suburban, I hit the road with no real plan other than “make it to Glacier eventually.” That...

Maine feels like a whisper. Or maybe a hug from a tree. I don’t know. It’s soft but stubborn. Quiet, but not boring. It definitely was...

Exploring offbeat Hipcamp stays in Vermont—from misty forests to farm-side campsites, each with its own weird charm. A solo traveler's take on quiet places, muddy roads, and unexpected peace.