There’s a moment when the ferry pulls away from Mackinaw City and the engine noise fades into the wind off Lake Huron — that’s when it hits you. No cars. No traffic lights. No honking. Just water, limestone bluffs, and the distant clip-clop of horses on a dirt road. I’ve traveled to a lot of … Read more
There’s a moment in Yellowstone’s Lamar Valley when the light turns molten around 6:45 on a late September morning. The grass has gone amber, a thin crust of frost crackes under your boots, and somewhere in the timber a bull elk lets loose a sound that starts in his chest, climbs into a high trembling … Read more
Every year, somewhere around late September, my phone starts buzzing. Friends, coworkers, distant acquaintances — they all want the same thing. “When’s peak?” “Where should I go?” “Is it worth the drive?” After three consecutive Octobers spent running the full length of the Blue Ridge Parkway with my team, I’ve stopped guessing. I have a … Read more