White sneakers, Taylor Swift, the internet—I was slow to all of them. I take a lot of pride, then, in being able to say: I was into solo travel before it was cool.
It was 2018, and my wife and I wanted to spend the holidays with my parents in Dallas. But plane tickets were expensive, and we couldn’t drive because she had to work the day after Christmas. We decided to split the difference. We’d drive there together, she’d fly back to Denver, and I’d follow in the car. After dropping her off at the airport, however, I thought, Why rush? I had the week off, my wife would be busy, and I was all caught up on The Great British Baking Show. I pulled up a map, spotted…
