I went to Blithewold thinking it would be a quick stop. I stayed way longer than planned. This keeps happening to me and I am starting to think it is not a coincidence.

Boston spring finally showed up and I went outside immediately and stayed there. A Friday walk through the Arnold Arboretum at peak cherry blossom season that turned into way more than a quick stop.

My company sent me to Boulder for work and I decided to stay a few extra days because I had never been to Colorado.

I have now seen the northern lights three times this year. Twice right here in Massachusetts. I still cannot fully believe that sentence is true.

Not every fall season is a showstopper. Vermont in 2025 was quieter than usual. But it was still Vermont in the fall, which means it was still beautiful in ways that are hard to explain to someone who has not driven those roads in October.

Fall in New England was not its best self in 2025. I went to New Hampshire anyway. Early mornings on the Kancamagus, fog over the mountains, and one tourist interaction that made me feel like a true New Englander.

This was our second Labor Day weekend in Charlevoix and the weather gave us the exact same moody, rainy Saturday as the year before. At this point I think it is just part of the tradition.

I did not plan to spend as much time at Bass Hole Boardwalk as I did. That happens a lot with the spots I like best. Here's what I found on a moody July day in Yarmouth Port.

The plan for Zion was simple: drive through the park from one entrance to the other and stop when the views demanded it. We stopped a lot.

Whale watching off the Massachusetts coast is one of those New England experiences that hits all the right notes: peaceful, exciting, and awe-inducing. It’s equal parts boat ride and brush with the wild. The ocean doesn’t disappoint.

The desert is not supposed to get you wet. Coral Pink Sand Dunes State Park had other plans. Moody skies, a UTV slot canyon tour, and impeccable timing on getting completely drenched.

Bryce Canyon was supposed to be a quick stop on a Utah road trip. A few hours, a couple of overlooks, and keep moving. Bryce had other ideas.

Let me tell you exactly how not to arrive at Valley of Fire State Park. Fly into Vegas, skip lunch, wait in the heat, grab roadside tacos, and then decide to hike anyway. Here's what happened.

I have wanted to go to Europe my entire life. Not a specific country at first, just Europe, the idea of it. And then Norway became the answer and suddenly the trip that had lived in my imagination for so long had a shape.

I had two nights in Tromsø to see the northern lights. That is not a lot of runway. Here is what happened anyway.

I did not technically land in Europe for the first time in Oslo. I landed in Copenhagen. A passport stamp and a kind customs agent later, Norway had already started doing something to me.

If you spend enough time in New England you start to feel personally owed a moose sighting. And then one day you are driving a road you have traveled hundreds of times and something moves at the tree line.

I went to The Butterfly Place in Westford on a regular August afternoon and left feeling like I had been selected. Two butterflies landed on me. Unprompted. I am choosing to believe this means something.

I went to the Wichita Mountains expecting great landscapes. I did not expect to almost step on a rattlesnake.

I booked the Save the Bay Seal Watch Tour thinking it would be a fun afternoon. I did not expect it to end up being one of my favorite things I have done in Rhode Island.