“We’re going camping this weekend. I don’t know where, but I’ll figure it out and let you know.” That was the ultimatum I texted to Mr. Adventure on Friday morning. After what seemed like several weeks of deadlines and driving and pickups and drop-offs and more driving and more deadlines, I was overcome by a powerful urge to just get the hell outside. Preferably on a high trail, and preferably somewhere I could sleep under the stars. And — I can’t believe I’m writing this, but it’s true — I hadn’t been to Mount Rainier, my go-to park, my happy…
A must-read before your next trip to the Southwest.
The trail so nice I hiked it thrice. No, that’s not a typo.
Take two millennia of Pueblo history. Stir in Spanish invaders. Add a major Civil War battle, the birth of modern archaeology, and a 1940s movie star, and you’ve got Pecos National Historical Park.
What I’m reading: Astoria, by Peter Stark