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1 month ago | wildsam.com | Jennifer Justus

Gay Fish Company on Saint Helena, a rural Sea Island in the South Carolina Lowcountry, has real shrimp culture. REMEMBER WHEN FORREST GUMP and Lieutenant Dan rode out a hurricane on a shrimp boat, then hit the motherlode of a catch? Paramount Pictures bought 6,125 pounds of shrimp for those scenes. Cyndy Gay Carr still has the handwritten receipt hanging on the wall of her family’s Gay Fish Company on Saint Helena, a rural Sea Island in the South Carolina Lowcountry.

1 month ago | wildsam.com | Elise Craig

AT A MAGICAL SPOT ON THE CALIFORNIA COAST, TWO DESIGNERS CRAFT A RUSTIC VISION AROUND TWO VINTAGE TRAILERS. A few years back, Catherine Bailey and Robin Petravic were driving down California’s Highway 1, headed home to Sausalito. As they passed through Marshall, a tiny hamlet along Tomales Bay, Bailey—a professional designer who loves kayaking and swapping put-together work outfits for camping clothes—spotted a property for sale.

1 month ago | wildsam.com | Jennifer Weiner

ALYSSA RUGGIERI Via UnsplashThe magical time machine that stretches through Massachusetts. Route 6 runs from coast to coast, from Long Beach, California, to Provincetown, Massachusetts. The stretch that extends along the spine of Cape Cod is a road, obviously. It is also a time machine. On Route 6, I could be five years old, in the backward-facing backseat of my parents’ green station wagon, keeping a lookout for the Wellfleet Drive-In’s marquee so I know what movies are playing.

2 months ago | wildsam.com | Erin Berger

The mesas, peaks and hills dotted with hardy high-desert shrubs. New Mexico’s High Road to Taos has been around for nearly a century, but even longtime New Mexicans still find new treasures along this stretch every time they take it. For newcomers and old-timers alike, the road is a very good way to get a lay of the land between Santa Fe and Taos—over and over again.

2 months ago | wildsam.com | Nick Neely

Midway down the lush trail to the Grove of Titans in Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park, I reach a ceremonial gate: two posts of elegant metal. It feels like a portal. “K’vsh-chu,” reads the left side: “redwood” in the Tolowa language. “Welcome to the deep forest,” says the right side. “Redwood forests help sustain life on earth. Please stay on the raised walkway.” I step up. This boardwalk is a park engineering masterpiece.