🌲 The Great Northwest: 1,500 Miles of Open Road

There is a specific kind of freedom you only find when you’re driving through the West... where the radio cuts out, the cell service dies, and it’s just you and the horizon. This road trip wasn’t about checking off "sights"; it was about the scale of it all.

We started in Idaho, cutting through the eerie, volcanic silence of Shoshone before hitting the jagged, unapologetic peaks of the Tetons. There’s nothing that makes you feel smaller than seeing those mountains reflect in the lakes at sunrise. From there, we traced the steam and sulfur of Yellowstone, weaving through the bison jams and the geysers that feel like another planet entirely.

Then came the long haul north to Glacier. If the Tetons are a gut punch, Glacier is a slow burn-miles of glacial-blue water and the kind of air that actually feels cold in your lungs. We finished the loop by dropping back down into Boise, sun-drenched and covered in a layer of road-trip dust that I honestly didn't want to wash off.

It was a week of living out of the car, waking up before the sun, and realizing that the "middle of nowhere" is actually exactly where you want to be.

Here’s the highlight reel from the road:

Shoshone Falls

Grand Teton National Park