Sometimes the best days aren’t planned at all. A bike ride, the Doodle Trail, and no expectations—just wind in my face and another good day in the books.

No plans. No GPS. Just me, the open road, and a few unexpected stops—from a girl fishing on a truck in the middle of a river to memories of wild rapids. Sometimes you don’t need a destination. Just go.

Some days you just need to go—no plan, no timeline, just the hope that somewhere out there, a little magic is waiting. On this day, I found mine in the mist of Dry Falls.

Sometimes healing doesn't come from rest—it comes from roaring crowds, black-and-gold jerseys, and the thrill of being part of something bigger. Here's how one football game gave me more than just a win—it gave me momentum.

A buggy breeze-free beach week in the South Carolina heat? Still totally worth it. We were there for the laughs, the sand, and most of all—Mom.

It’s usually calm and quiet… until a swan crash-lands into the river like a feathery stunt pilot.