August 30, 2016

There seemed to be so few dark hours in Banff. By 5:30 a.m., the sun was already gilding the edges of the window shades. Moose Hotel and Suites had opened just a few weeks earlier, and the lobby still smelled of sawdust and paint, that heady promise of new construction...

August 16, 2016

                           Photo by Adrian Collins Photography 

We woke up at 7 a.m. on the fifth day of our trip. By now, I had such little concept of what day of the week it was that I messaged a friend,...

August 12, 2016

Waterton Lakes is a town too beautiful, too idyllic, to be real. It's a movie set of quaint log cabins and flowerpots hanging from windowsills, the bright gardenias and carnations and poppies decorating even the older, shabbier motels so that they look charming and Eur...

August 8, 2016

Glacially eroded pebbles on the banks of Lake McDonald, by Adrian Collins Photography

In the women's cabin, no one slept well or for long--we were too concerned, ironically, with waking one another up. So for the five or so hours of darkness, the silence was marred only...

August 5, 2016

Somewhere in Montana. 

When our alarm went off at seven a.m., the motel room in Sandpoint was already bright with sunshine. I groaned, but Adrian hopped out of bed as if he'd been awake for hours.

"Come on!" he chirped. "It's our first day of riding! It's going to be glo...

August 3, 2016

People look at you differently when you carry a motorcycle helmet onto an airplane. You're not just another girl, or another guy, or another couple--you're the couple passing the helmet back and forth to each other while arranging items in the overhead bin, careful to...

June 13, 2016

 Photo by Adrian Collins Photography

I like to think I have an adventurous spirit, a tendency to say, Sure, why not? before, No, I don't think so. Adrian calls me his little "goer" because I'm usually willing and excited to try new things, especially if those things mak...

October 5, 2015

Today marks the start of our last week in Maine, and I'm already feeling nostalgic for a trip that hasn't finished. After next week, Maine won't be a dream or a joke or a myth; it'll be a word wrapped tightly around memories of my mom and I building a closeness that we...

September 24, 2015

Maine has a sort of mythology in my family. "You just have to go to Maine!" I can hear my dad saying back when I was in high school, maybe even younger. "I'm telling you. If you go to Maine, you'll write a bestseller."

I don't know where he got that idea. I assume he sa...

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