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With the virus now deep underway in the States, pretty much every town feels deserted. A couple weeks ago however, before the steep upswing in quarantine, Paige and I previewed the current desolation by visiting a genuinely abandoned village: Feltville. We’d first tried to visit back in September, but arrived too close to dark. We only had enough time to help a confused man and his dog Roxy catch a Lyft before the sun had set, so we vowed to return at a later day. For a deser

One of Manhattan’s most under-appreciated displays of public art, the Sisyphus Stones are gravity-defying stacks of rocks that seem to bend all laws of physics. Part of the reason they might be less commonly known is because of their placement - the stones are situated quite far up the island, near the entrance to the George Washington bridge. The walk there is long and periodically somewhat alarming. At first we wandered through blocks of well-lit streets, but eventually Goo

Paige and I have long advocated that adventure does not have to stop when you check in to a room and unpack your bags. When we visit new towns, we will typically try to stay in the most obscure (and occasionally uninhabitable) types of rentals available. This has lead us to overnighting in a triple-decker treehouse, a converted prison and a school bus deep in the New Hampshire woods. There is something charming about all the comforts of home jumbled inside an impossible shell

We’d just had lunch at a local garlic knot themed restaurant (read more about that here) and were approached by some local youth, curious about our photography equipment. In a brief chat with them it was revealed that their area was famous for only two things: having a Wendy’s and being a hotspot for kidnapping. Determined that the town must have more than these two dismal qualities, we set out on a quest to find a third sight. What we discovered was a fascinating historic re

After a quick (and very cold) overnight to northern New Hampshire, we were midway through the long trek back home when we decided to make one last pilgrimage for adventure and drove slightly off the beaten path into the city of Manchester, New Hampshire. There we snagged street parking and toddled around, semi-lost, for a few minutes. We were looking for Cat Alley, a narrow passageway that we’d heard was plastered in murals of every imaginable cat variation. Eventually we fou

Back in September, when it was still comfortable enough to travel by rental bike, we spent a mad evening pedaling around Pittsburgh and trying to see it all during our short stay. Of course, this was also long before we had any plans for a travel blog on the horizon and thus we wasted no time on quality photography, even when we visited one of Instagram’s most photographed locations: Randyland. We parked our bikes nearby and wandered over, tapping our GPS to recalibrate, conv

There are lots of things that would be considered conventionally romantic: flowers, chocolates and a nice meal out, for example. Not typically lumped into that group is smelling like garlic on Valentine’s Day, but Paige and I decided to switch up romantic convention by brunching at Hold My Knots - New Jersey’s premiere spot for all things garlic bread. Set up like a typical pizza parlor, Hold My Knots appears unremarkable at first glance, until a closer look reveals that almo

Paige and I spent an entire year taking pictures of us pretending to be fast asleep at every major attraction we attended. We found this endlessly amusing and it really became the start of our desire to document everything we see and do together. To celebrate our year of naps, last Christmas I bought Paige a neatly printed photo album of every single sleeping picture we took. It is worth noting that Paige’s gifts to me have historically been equally ridiculous. We once joked

“This is the best museum we’ve ever been to” Paige exclaimed multiple times as we explored Baltimore’s American Visionary Art Museum. Visionary Art aims to “transcend the physical world and portray a wider vision of awareness” according to my quick Wikipedia search - whether or not the museum achieves this is better left to wiser explorers. But I can vouch that it has some ultra weird shit. The museum sits nestled next to the steep slopes of Federal Hill Park, hidden cosily i

If you’ve ever been to a garage sale late in the day, when all that’s left are assorted Barbie limbs or a party pack of fridge magnet letters, you’ve probably wondered who on Earth is buying this garbage. For your answer, all you have to do is visit Baltimore’s PaperMoon Diner. An otherwise standard diner is wrapped in a bizarre skin of colorful decoration that encourages boundless exploration. Paige was beyond excited about the PaperMoon - it was her main reason for wanting