Leah Berenson
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Image credits: Flickr There’s a particular kind of quiet you find at the edge of a very large lake when almost nobody else is around. Somewhere in the north woods of Maine, a body of water big enough to swallow small nations of boaters instead sits mostly still, ringed by spruce and granite, with more
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Image credits: Flickr Most road trips through Arizona funnel toward the same postcard spots, the South Rim overlooks, the red rocks of Sedona, the crowded pullouts along Route 66. Somewhere between Phoenix and the White Mountains, though, a two-lane highway drops without warning into a gorge that catches almost everyone off guard. There are no
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Image credits: Flickr Drive along South Carolina Highway 248 in Greenwood County and you will pass fields, pine stands, and a scattering of modest homes before a small brown park sign appears almost without warning. There is no gift shop empire here, no crowds spilling out of tour buses. What waits just past that sign
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There is a stretch of Highway 290 west of Austin where the traffic thins, the land opens into rolling limestone hills, and the air starts to smell faintly of peaches and grapevines. Somewhere along that drive, a lot of Texans stop thinking about work. It is not a dramatic transition, more like a slow exhale,
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There is a particular kind of loyalty that shows up in travel patterns, the kind where people do not just visit a place once and move on, they build their summers around it. Drive ninety minutes northwest of Chicago or forty minutes southwest of Milwaukee and you will find one such place, a town built
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There’s a certain kind of Vermont town that shows up on postcards without ever really changing to fit the image. Wallingford, tucked into the Otter Creek Valley along Route 7, has always been one of those places. What’s new is the attention: a national outlet recently singled out this town of a few thousand people
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Most travelers buy a policy the way they buy a phone case, quickly, cheaply, and without reading much beyond the price tag. It feels like a formality, something you check off between booking a flight and packing a bag. The trouble is that travel insurance is a legal contract full of timing rules, definitions, and
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Up on the Cumberland Plateau, where the air runs several degrees cooler than it does down in Knoxville or Nashville, there’s a small county seat that most road trippers pass through on their way to somewhere else. It sits at roughly 1,600 feet above sea level, tucked between ridgelines and sandstone bluffs that have been
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Every few months, a headline claims the TSA is finally scrapping its tiny bottle rule, and every few months, travelers pack a full size shampoo bottle and lose it at the checkpoint. The gap between what people think is happening at airport security and what is actually written into federal policy has rarely been wider
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Ask most travelers where to find a dazzling white salt flat and they will probably mention Bolivia’s Salar de Uyuni. It is a fair answer, but it overlooks something closer to home. North America holds its own collection of salt pans, playas, and ancient lakebeds, each shaped by thousands of years of evaporation, tectonic shifting,
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There’s a particular kind of quiet that settles over the North Georgia mountains once September turns the corner into October. Woodsmoke drifts from cabin chimneys, the air gets that first real bite to it, and somewhere along U.S. 76 the traffic starts backing up in a way it never does in July. For a town
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There’s a particular shade of blue that stops people mid-sentence on Michigan’s northern shoreline, the kind that looks photoshopped until you’re standing in it. Locals here have known about it for generations, but state monitoring data has only recently put hard numbers behind what visitors have always suspected with their own eyes. The lake in
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