Alex Mercer 
I’m standing at the base of Mount Marathon in Seward, Alaska, watching people sprint up a mountain that most sane humans would prefer to climb slowly. It’s the Fourth of July, and this grueling 3.5-mile race — straight up 3,022 feet of scree, shale, and suffering, then straight back down — has been a Kenai … Read more
I almost didn’t write about North Cascades. There’s a selfish part of me that wanted to keep quiet about the one national park where you can show up on a Friday in July and still find an empty trailhead. But that’s exactly why more people need to know — because this park is too extraordinary … Read more
If you blink crossing the bridge from the mainland onto Pine Island, you’ll miss it. But that would be a mistake. Matlacha, Florida — pronounced “mat-la-SHAY” — occupies a sliver of land so narrow that the Gulf of Mexico laps at one side of the road while the back bay bleeds into the other. It … Read more
Some travel lessons arrive as gentle realizations. Others hit you like a delayed boarding announcement after you’ve already finished your second overpriced airport beer. I’ve had plenty of both over the years, and somewhere between my first chaotic international connection and last month’s smoothly executed three-city loop, a set of rules quietly crystallized. These aren’t … Read more
I stood at the Visitor Center in Zion last July, sandwiched between a family of five and a busload of tourists all photographing the same shuttle bus. The thermometer read 104 degrees. The line for the restroom wrapped around the building. And I thought: there has to be a better way. That’s when I started … Read more
I’ve been to a lot of national parks. I’ve driven the Going-to-the-Sun Road, hiked into the Grand Canyon, and watched Old Faithful from a bench surrounded by three hundred strangers. But nothing prepared me for a park where you can’t actually go anywhere without a boat. That’s Voyageurs National Park — 218,000 acres of northern … Read more
I saw it all over my feed for months before I finally caved. The Maelstrom travel backpack — the one with the shoe compartment, the USB port, the hidden anti-theft pocket — had become the “it” bag for anyone under thirty who travels with more than a change of clothes and less than a full … Read more
The ferry from San Pedro takes exactly one hour. Sixty minutes where the smog thins, the Pacific turns from slate to sapphire, and the mainland shrinks into something you stop thinking about. I stood at the rail watching Catalina grow on the horizon — a craggy silhouette rising from the channel — and felt that … Read more
Every road trip starts the same way. You promise yourself this time will be different. You’ll eat well, save money, and avoid the fluorescent-lit trap of gas station food courts. Then hour six hits, your stomach growls, and you find yourself holding a warm chicken sandwich and a bag of chips that cost fourteen dollars. … Read more
There’s a specific kind of freedom that comes with unhitching a travel trailer in the middle of nowhere, watching the sunset paint the desert walls, and knowing you have power, water, and climate control for the next week — no campground reservation, no hookups, no neighbors three feet away. That freedom doesn’t happen by accident. … Read more