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Well, we've wrestled that hydra to its knees, or whatever hydra have that pass for knees. The shopping cart is functioning as you'd expect a shopping cart to function. …

As we write this the air is filled with so much smoke it's coming in the house, fires are raging all around us in Northern California, and we can't see friends because of…

A single day can feel like a month. Processing a massive ride afterwards is like staring at a Salvador Dali painting. Fifty miles dissolves into a blurry moment. …

Can one meal reveal the soul of a place? As I sailed around the corner I saw goats. Dozens of them. Bucks, does, bucklings, doelings, kids, maybe even a wether. They were…

  The following piece was awarded silver from the Society of American Travel Writers for best special-purpose travel story. The SATW awards are the oldest and most…

When I reflect on the last two years on my life, I find myself, because answers rarely are that—answers—asking a number of questions. The one that recurs most? What does it…