Alex Mercer 
Some of the best travel destinations don’t have parking lots. No bridges, no ferry terminals, no ride-share drop-off zones. Cabbage Key, a tiny mangrove-and-palm island tucked into Pine Island Sound on Florida’s Gulf Coast, is one of those places. You can only get there by boat — and that single fact shapes everything about the … Read more
The temperature display on my dashboard read 119°F when I pulled into a dispersed camping spot outside Tucson last July. I sat there for a full minute, engine idling, staring at that number while the steering wheel burned my palms. Three days earlier, I’d been in the mountains of Colorado sleeping under a quilt. Now … Read more
I’ve been carrying tripods on planes, trains, and rental cars for over a decade. And for most of that time, I hated every single one of them. Too heavy. Too flimsy. Too complicated. Or worst of all — the kind that looks like a real tripod but collapses the moment a coastal breeze picks up. … Read more
The ferry ride from Ventura Harbor takes about ninety minutes, and somewhere around the forty-minute mark, the coastline of Southern California shrinks into a thin brown smear behind you. That’s when it hits — the quiet realization that you’re heading toward a place most Californians have never bothered to visit, even though it sits right … Read more
There’s a particular kind of panic that hits when your phone drops below 5% and you’re twelve miles into a hike with nothing but trees and questionable cell service around you. I know that panic intimately. It happened to me on the North Cascades loop last summer, and it’s exactly why I stopped treating portable … Read more
The roof of a campervan is the most contested real estate on the entire vehicle. Every square inch has to earn its keep. Solar panels need sun. Vent fans need clearance. Starlink dishes need an unobstructed view of the sky. And somehow, all of it has to coexist on a metal surface that might be … Read more
I pulled into Leadville, Colorado, at 10:152 feet above sea level, windows down, and my phone read 63 degrees. That was in the middle of July. Six hours earlier, I’d been sweating through my shirt in Denver at 97. The temperature drop didn’t make sense to my body — I’d driven straight uphill into what … Read more
I spent three months living out of a cooler and a single-burner butane stove before I finally broke down and built a real kitchen in my van. Not a “real kitchen” by apartment standards — I’m talking about a 32-inch galley counter, a drawer fridge that runs on 12 volts, and a sink the size … Read more
There I was, thirty thousand feet over the Atlantic, staring at the seatback screen in front of me. The movie selection was legitimately good — three films I’d been meaning to watch for months. But the free earbuds the airline handed out had the audio quality of a tin can telephone, and the $3 adapter … Read more
There’s something that happens to your brain when a thousand-pound animal surfaces three feet from where you’re standing. Time slows down. Your breathing changes. You become acutely aware that you’re in the presence of something ancient, something patient, something that has been swimming in these waters since before humans figured out how to write. I’m … Read more