Close Encounters of the Traveling Kind

Every travel blog has to start somewhere.

Some begin on a sun-drenched beach. Others start with an epic trek, a perfect espresso in Rome, or a mountain selfie at sunrise. This one starts… somewhere off Interstate 81. Probably with gas station trail mix in one hand and my phone in the other, scribbling down a half-baked blog idea in between voice memos.

This space is for the curious, the overstimulated, the wayward conference-goers, and the families wondering if it’s too soon to stop for snacks again. (It isn’t.)

It’s a space for stories — the ones that make you laugh, the ones that make you pause, and the ones that make you want to pack a bag for somewhere new.

So hello, world. Let’s get lost — on purpose.

— Roamwell