Leaving Helena, Alabama, was a whirlwind. Whipping down the road past the Talladega racetrack with flags flying high, I realized that...

I don’t know what I was expecting when we arrived in Helena, Alabama. Would it be drier? Would it be more sparse? It’s the “Deep South” …...

I’m trying my best to stay present. To stay in the moment and appreciate the world, not sucked into a screen, and not to continuously...

Leaving behind the soaking wet ground in Bossier City, we began our trek to Brandon, Mississippi, with further rain clouds and downpours...