OffBeat Pathfinder Basecamp

Tried something called “slugburger” in Tuscaloosa. Still not sure if it’s a rite of passage or a dare. I’m up for culinary adventures, but I draw the line at anything that wiggles.

What’s the strangest thing you’ve eaten on the Alabama trail? Anyone else brave enough for the mystery meat ...

Ordered something called a “slugburger.” Still unsure if it had slugs. Tasted better than it looked. Anyone got photos of local weird eats? #tuscaloosa #weirdeats

Boat was late when I went—something about “weather” (as if that explains anything). Locals were betting on whether the next ferry would land or get blown to Muck. The sheep aren’t pets; don’t ask me how I know.

Prairie grass, wild sunflowers, a Dala horse on every corner, and a local who tried to convince me lutefisk is “delicious if you close your eyes.”

Long-tail: best small towns Kansas, Swedish-American festivals, Smoky Valley things to do, Lindsborg travel review.

Still craving that Viking burger.

So here’s the thing: Las Vegas, Nevada, is the only place I’ve ever gone where I lost money before I got out the rental car. I swear, just crossing the county line my wallet got lighter. But Vegas is one of those places you have to see to belive—brightest place on earth, most buffets per capita, and ...

Delicate Arch at sunset is something else—stood there with a hundred strangers and felt like we were all in on a secret. Best advice: skip the mid-day heat. Also, Quesadilla Mobilla gets my vote for best food truck in Moab.

One time I got lost trying to find Sand Dune Arch and ended up making ...

Met a couple on the Spruce Railroad Trail who swore they’d seen Bigfoot. All I found were epic views and the best blackberry pie in the region (try Granny’s Café outside Port Angeles). Olympic is wild—just how I like it.