Of redwoods and camp coffee.

Sometimes all you need is a road trip. You camp by streams. Make pour-over coffee. Find art inspiration. Breathe. And disconnect the demand of digital.

You might also get pant legs in poison oak. Fill your pockets with beach rocks. Find a small rattlesnake. Leap—gasping—into cold rivers. Set marshmallows aflame. Misplace your pocketknife. And decide you must own armloads of these pinecones.

All good things. (Although where to put the pinecones?!)