Summer is made for camping, and the Fourth of July is especially perfect for some good old-fashioned camping fun. Independence Day is a time when America’s hard-working men and women take time to bask in the summer sun and celebrate the nation’s freedoms. We scoured the country for some of the most spectacular Independence Day celebrations. Alaska — Celebrate the Fourth in the Last Frontier Eagle’s Rest RV Park & Cabins, Valdez, AK – Take in the pristine Prince William Sound and misty towering waterfalls atop the majestic peaks. Every July, the friendly folks at Eagle’s Rest RV Park & Cabins host a massive celebration that includes a fish fry. While you’re there, explore Valdez! With mountains rising to over...
Summer is made for camping, and the Fourth of July is especially perfect for some good old-fashioned camping fun. Independence Day is a time when America’s hard-working men and women take time to bask in the summer sun and celebrate the nation’s freedoms. We scoured the country for some of the most spectacular Independence Day celebrations. Alaska — Celebrate the Fourth in the Last Frontier Eagle’s Rest RV Park & Cabins, Valdez, AK – Take in the pristine Prince William Sound and misty towering waterfalls atop the majestic peaks. Every July, the friendly folks at Eagle’s Rest RV Park & Cabins host a massive celebration that includes a fish fry. While you’re there, explore Valdez! With mountains rising to over...
The line outside the Sale of the Century. Photograph by Sara Bosworth. In the high noon heat of the big hot sun, the intersection of Broadway and Lafayette was an ouroboros. A snake eating its own tail, a snake that was not a snake at all but actually a line of mostly women—who were nearly all young and definitely all well dressed—waiting to go inside a NoHo loft to go shopping. But okay—this was not some sort of run-of-the-mill sample sale. No one waiting in that line was there just because they were looking for a little something to do on a Sunday morning in May. These girls were in line because inside that loft was a woman named Chloë...
I haul myself up, a few triangular leaves drifting down to land in the thick carpet at my feet, where they fall in a continuous cycle all year round—lurid yellow, golden-orange, pale buttery-green. Slugs and snails are in a bust year, but woodlice are thriving, tiny armoured bodies scurrying around in the decomposing leaf litter. I’m reaching for a particularly bright unmarred leaf, thinking of Harry’s collages, when a breathy bark freezes me to the spot. It’s followed by a low gravelly howl that rips through the air and through my chest. They’re close. In town. All thoughts of colours and collages and water-butt tampering drop out of my head. The hoofprints glare up at me, a third, more ragged...
I haul myself up, a few triangular leaves drifting down to land in the thick carpet at my feet, where they fall in a continuous cycle all year round—lurid yellow, golden-orange, pale buttery-green. Slugs and snails are in a bust year, but woodlice are thriving, tiny armoured bodies scurrying around in the decomposing leaf litter. I’m reaching for a particularly bright unmarred leaf, thinking of Harry’s collages, when a breathy bark freezes me to the spot. It’s followed by a low gravelly howl that rips through the air and through my chest. They’re close. In town. All thoughts of colours and collages and water-butt tampering drop out of my head. The hoofprints glare up at me, a third, more ragged...
