Not every visit starts with a name. Some start with a kind of place.
Beartooth, Stelvio, Skyline Drive. The drives people describe for the rest of their lives, painted from the pull-outs where they stopped.
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Every park in the system, and the state parks that deserve to be. Start with the one you camped in as a kid.
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Coves, capes, harbours, and the beaches that empty out in January. Salt in the air on a tile.
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Cades Cove in fog, Laurel Falls in April, Roaring Fork under leaves. The park an hour from our studio.
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Manarola, Burano, Portofino, Bormio. The towns that make people move.
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From Ponce Inlet to Pointe Saint-Mathieu. Towers built so that someone would make it home.
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Multnomah, Torc, McWay. Places you hear before you see.
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Piazzas, quays, and hilltop streets that have not changed their minds in five hundred years.
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