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The most reliable restaurant in any city I visit is the grocery store.

Puma H-Street shoes carried me through seventeen years of a twenty-three-year quest to run a sub-four-hour marathon in every U.S. state, prized among Pose Method disciples and other minimalist runners […]

Earlier this year, a newsletter called BookBub surfaced a memoir that I almost scrolled past in my inbox: .

I started journaling occasionally back in 2022 and daily for the better part of the last 1.5 years.

A total solar eclipse will make you do strange things, like book two nights in a city you have never so much as glanced at on a map.

I’ve seen a total solar eclipse before.

There is a particular kind of disappointment that comes from learning, eighteen years late, that two of your favorite companies once threw a party together and forgot to send you […]

I slept through almost the entire Ryanair flight to Warsaw, which says something about either my talent for napping in a 28-inch seat pitch or the quality of Ryanair’s in-flight […]

There is a particular kind of silence that falls over a room when eighteen adults from nine countries are all staring at the same iPad, willing a buffering wheel to […]

The plan had been to ride 75 kilometers from Girona to Manlleu to catch the Tour de France passing through on Stage 3, then ride the 75 kilometers back.

On July 4, 2026, the United States turned 250 years old.

Mel is a friend who recently has been talking me into these things.

There are rides you plan carefully and rides that sneak up on you.

Andrea and I flew into Bozeman not entirely sure what to expect.

This museum was smaller than I expected.

Day 1 ended with a plan on my phone and two things still unticked on it: Steamboat Geyser and Firehole Falls.

There is a particular optimism in setting an alarm for 6:00 a.m. to beat the crowds at Yellowstone National Park, and a particular humility in reaching the West Entrance at […]

The last time I had been to Emerald Bay was in 2002, when apparently my idea of a fun time was stripping down to my boxers and going for a […]

Tomorrow morning at 6 a.m., about 50 ultra-cyclists will gather in front of the Columbia River Maritime Museum in Astoria, Oregon, and pedal off into the summer darkness.

Andrea and I had about an hour to kill between Half Moon Bay and the East Bay, where we were headed to pick up my cousin before continuing on to […]