Red rock cliffs 190 million years in the making, waterfalls in the desert, and the humbling gift of feeling small.
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A week in Edinburgh reminded me that sometimes the best itinerary is the one you abandon.
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I came for the Gilded Age. What stayed with me were the spur-of-the-moment detours in between.
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The views, the food, and the people: the moments when St. Martin felt like absolute paradise.
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Wild encounters, spectacular landscapes, and a culinary scene that stole the show.
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Lobster rolls by the lighthouse, charming seaside villages, and giant wooden trolls hiding in a coastal botanical garden.
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Military aircraft against a big Colorado sky, sandstone sculptures at Garden of the Gods, and a slow cog railway climb to the summit of Pikes Peak.
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An annual pilgrimage to the American Southwest, the one place I always return to, and the quiet reminder to simply be still.
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From the journal of Jennine About MeanderLoose guides to exploring cities and neighborhoods without turning the day into a schedule. A few places worth seeking out, plenty of room in between, and permission to wander off course.
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SOUTHERN UTAH
Swirls of red and cream sandstone above a sea of silver sagebrush. A quieter corner of red rock country, just outside St. George.
SOUTHERN UTAH
Water spilling down a sheer sandstone wall, in a landscape that looked so dry. Waterfalls were the last thing I expected.
SOUTHERN UTAH
The sun slipping below the horizon, lighting up a sky full of clouds. We stayed on the warm red rock until the last of the light.
SOUTHERN UTAH
Cottonwoods turning gold beside the river, and canyon walls so high the morning sun only reached the very top.
EDINBURGH
Horses, riders and cobblestones moving through the heart of the city.
EDINBURGH
Stone steps, hidden passages and sudden city views just beyond the Royal Mile.
EDINBURGH
Rich, comforting and exactly the sort of meal you hope to find after a long day on foot.
NEWPORT
A Gilded Age summer “cottage” of limestone and arches, set among sweeping lawns and clipped gardens above the sea.
NEWPORT
Brick walks, shingled shops and red, white and blue bunting. Newport’s waterfront, dressed for summer.
NEWPORT
Heaped with sweet lobster on a toasted roll, with fries on the side. A New England summer essential.
ST. MARTIN
A rope swing, two loungers and a long table under the eaves. Mornings started here, with the hills rolling down to the bay.
ST. MARTIN
Soft sand, clear water shading from glass to turquoise, and sailboats resting off the cays. The kind of blue that doesn't look real.
Conversations about first impressions, unexpected moments, and the memories that followed me home.
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