solotravel

Weaving along the wooded country roads of Cape Cod and the small towns that mark the beginnings of America. Trying...

I venture back out to the Cape when the realization hits me. "This is the birthplace of America". Standing on...

I was looking to spend a week enjoying white picket fences dotting pristine beaches, just like a scene from Amity...

For years have I been trying to get a permit to hike The Wave, yet no matter how many times...

It feels like a Sunday, but I'm not quite sure what day of the week it is. I do know...

With a little bit of luck on my side, I would arrive back into the Anchorage area in the early...

The row of mountain bikes catch my eye as I was exiting the bus upon my arrival to the Backcountry...

“There is a patience of the wild—dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself—that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in...

The day's first light starts to trickle in over Soldotna as I pack up my gear. My time here has...

After my day at Lake Clark I sleep better than I have for weeks, and when I awake to a...

After my brutally long drive the day before, I sleep like a newborn child in Soldotna, the Kenai river by...

I wake up in the Fairbanks yurt to see the sun has fully risen, which means that I've overslept. Normally...