HOW TO TRAVEL LIGHT WITHOUT SCREWING YOURSELF OVER

Personal item only. One roller and a backpack. Everything + the kitchen sink in two checked bags. You’ve got three choices when you travel, and all of them come with risks. People obsess over what to bring, but this isn’t a packing list. This is a field manual for not screwing yourself over, no matter how much you carry. Whether you’re a minimalist or a … Continue reading HOW TO TRAVEL LIGHT WITHOUT SCREWING YOURSELF OVER

12 HOURS IN SAN DIEGO: THE GREASY COASTAL FOOD RUN YOU ACTUALLY NEED

Four stops. One city. A whole day of eating. Hope you’re hungry You don’t need a full weekend or a four-page itinerary to experience San Diego. You just need twelve hours, an empty stomach, and a working vehicle. Maybe a napkin. Maybe not. This isn’t about trend-chasing or palette cleansing. This is a proper food crawl—built around local favorites that hit hard, stay affordable, and … Continue reading 12 HOURS IN SAN DIEGO: THE GREASY COASTAL FOOD RUN YOU ACTUALLY NEED

GET OFF THE DAMN WHEEL

Why Renting a Car is a Trap—And How to Ride Free Instead You think you’re in control. You land at the airport, toss your duffel over your shoulder like a commando of leisure, stroll past the food court filled with overpriced coffee and stale croissants, and march confidently toward the rental car counters like you’re about to inherit the earth. But then it hits you: … Continue reading GET OFF THE DAMN WHEEL

How to Not Die While Traveling the U.S.

There’s a fine line between adventure and a missing person report. Maybe you’re standing on the curb in Las Vegas watching your Uber driver argue with a pigeon. Maybe you’re on the side of a dirt road in northern Arizona wondering why there’s a clown statue nailed to a fence post. Maybe you’re halfway through a donut in Portland when a guy walks up and … Continue reading How to Not Die While Traveling the U.S.

THREE HOURS FROM SEATTLE: The Road to Forks

Mini Donuts, Waterfalls, and Vampire Fog in the Wettest Corner of America ESCAPE FROM SEATTLE You’ve been in Seattle too long. Your bones smell like espresso. Your brain hums in wi-fi signals. The traffic has rewired your soul. Every time you blink, you see parking meters and salmon murals. It’s time. You need to get out—far out. Past the overpriced breakfast joints and the blue … Continue reading THREE HOURS FROM SEATTLE: The Road to Forks

HOW TO DROP A DEUCE WITH DIGNITY

When cities fail and the forest calls, here’s what you do. You will need to poop. Not now, of course. Right now you’re scrolling, maybe sipping coffee, confident in your intestinal fortitude. But somewhere down the line, far from rest stops and flush handles, nature’s gonna make the call. Maybe it’s a double-shot espresso in Spokane. Maybe it’s that greasy tamale from a roadside cart … Continue reading HOW TO DROP A DEUCE WITH DIGNITY

DEATH OF METAL WINGS

Trespassing (Almost) into the Desert Graveyards of American Air Power There’s something beautiful and a little creepy about watching the skeleton of a Boeing 747 cook in the desert. The paint bubbles. The metal warps. The windows fog from the inside out, like the plane’s trying to remember its last flight. Out here in Southern Arizona, they come to die: bombers, tankers, cargo planes, passenger … Continue reading DEATH OF METAL WINGS

The Art of Traveling Light While Carrying Everything You Need (And Your Anxiety)

A survival guide for the chronically overprepared and perpetually nervous You’re Overthinking It (But That’s Exactly Why This Matters) Listen up, future wanderer. Right now, you’re probably staring at your bedroom floor covered in what looks like the aftermath of a REI explosion—three different types of rain jackets, enough underwear to clothe a small village, and that sleeping bag you bought five years ago but … Continue reading The Art of Traveling Light While Carrying Everything You Need (And Your Anxiety)

The Burrito Kings of San Francisco: Hunt for the Best Burrito

Because the Mission is not just a vibe — it is a religion wrapped in foil Let’s get this straight. San Francisco did not invent the burrito. But it absolutely perfected it. Not in some boutique, guac-on-the-side, sad-scoops-of-rice kind of way — we are talking about blistering-hot, foil-swaddled monsters the size of your forearm. The kind of burrito that punches you in the face with … Continue reading The Burrito Kings of San Francisco: Hunt for the Best Burrito