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I stopped to take off my boots and treat my blisters before they got worse.
At Lakes of the Clouds Hut, sunset brought everyone outside, where they all took the same photo.
Leaving Lakes of the Clouds, we rejoined the Crawford Path, which carries the Appalachian Trail toward Mount Washington.
Lakes of the Clouds Hut looked peaceful from above, but the helicopter flying beside it was evacuating a hiker who had fallen ill after a difficult climb up.
The trail down from Mount Washington is a long scramble over broken rock. The small white building below is Lakes of the Clouds Hut, tucked beneath Mount Monroe, with Mount Eisenhower and Mount Pierce in the distance.
After hours of hiking, we reached the summit of Mount Washington, where we found a weather station, satellite dishes, and tourists who had driven up. Sharing the highest summit with people who had simply driven there felt strangely anticlimactic.
The sign put Mount Washington 5.4 miles away. What it did not say was how difficult each of those miles would be.
Between Mizpah Spring Hut and Mount Pierce, the trail passed through a forest straight out of a fairy tale.
A worn mirror, an old-school fly catcher, and an early-morning selfie.
The view from my bunk at Mizpah Spring Hut.
Camping in Acadia, on the coast of Maine, the sun was starting to set just as Belgium played the USA in the 2026 World Cup. So we fired up Starlink and watched from the van. All day, friends kept texting to ask who I was rooting for. Belgium, of course. After the final whistle, the congratulations started coming in.
Lobster steamed over a wood fire at Abel's, on the shore of Somes Sound near Bar Harbor.
America turned 250, and we watched the Fourth of July fireworks from the beach in Bar Harbor, a fun town on the coast of Maine. The beach was packed, boats were anchored across the harbor, and whenever the fireworks flashed, the whole beach appeared for a second, full of people.
Dave Grohl on guitar, thousands of voices singing along.
Trying to bottle the moment.
Foo Fighters in Liverpool, UK. Loud and unforgettable.
Second time using the pizza oven, and at 500°C, it's equal parts fun and chaos. Four pizzas later, we're slowly getting the hang of it.
Debbie gave Nico a Father's Day gift at a summer barbecue. One of those small happy moments I'm glad I photographed.
Cooling off at Rose River Falls during a hike near Big Meadows in Shenandoah National Park. Photo by Vanessa using my camera.
Crossing a creek on the trail to Rainbow Falls in Gorges State Park.
Smashburgers at a campsite near Asheville, North Carolina. Food simply tastes better after a long day outdoors.
We walked through Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah, Georgia, beneath old live oaks covered in Spanish moss. It was peaceful and uniquely beautiful.
Vanessa climbed onto the roof of our van to inspect the A/C. Condensation had leaked inside and fried the circuit board.
My 98-year-old Oma has been in the hospital for over a week, and she's been on my mind a lot. At a Japanese restaurant in Charleston, I asked ChatGPT to translate this sign. The characters spell 'Mono no aware', a Japanese phrase for the gentle sadness of impermanence. It felt unexpectedly fitting.
We camped on Cedar Island, North Carolina, at a quiet and remote campsite near the water.
