Andrew Evans – Digital Nomad

Andrew Evans is National Geographic's digital nomad--always traveling and always wired. Share in the adventure as he explores great destinations around the globe. Interact online in the comments and on Twitter: @WheresAndrew.

New Orleans: School Night on Saint Claude

I like going to bars where I’m afraid of the people at the bar. And I like going to bars where my feet stick to the floor. I like ordering dinner from a lady with a skull tattoo on her ring finger who’s actually really cool, though I’m scared if I order the wrong thing…

New Orleans: Water and Wood

The pigs are naked today. Andrew is a little disappointed. With superlative words and hands in the air, he attempts to paint the scene for me. “Seriously. My neighbors decorate their pigs for every holiday. Shamrocks for St. Patrick’s, costumes on Mardi Gras!” He looks back one more time to be sure, but the two…

A Tale of Three Cities

“I think I’d like to dip my toes in the Chatahoochee River.” That’s how most of my journeys begin—a crack of the atlas, a glance at the map, and a sudden longing to reach that place on the page. Long before we smell the souk or walk on the beach, we read a name—on a…

Route 66: The End of the Road

It took me all day to drive across Los Angeles. Friends warned me about the traffic but after so many days of solitude in the dry and empty desert, I had forgotten the feel of a city. Los Angeles is a city of cars, built for cars. People are second-class bystanders to the rivers of…

Route 66: Crossing the Mojave

In early May, the Colorado River separates Arizona from California with a painted stripe of transparent turquoise. The blue water glowed in the sun and the black pavement on the bridge sent up waves of heat that felt pleasant at first, then oppressive. I had the whole desert to cross, but honestly, all I wanted…

Route 66: Friday Night in Flagstaff

I’ve never met a college town I didn’t like. There’s something about all that youthful energy bubbling up through a flat grid of streets, the free-flowing music from open windows and the shiny chrome bumpers plastered with psychedelic stickers proclaiming bands or bold mottos. On any given night, humble bungalow houses transform into epic parties…

Route 66: Six Awesome Stops in Arizona

“Don’t forget Winona,” says the song, but honestly, when I drove into Winona, there wasn’t a whole lot there  to forget. I mean, I saw the sign that said “Winona” and the old iron bridge, but the rest of the town seemed more like a spacious and sleepy suburb of Flagstaff (Sorry, Winona). Had I…

Route 66: Gallup

It’s amazing I didn’t crush the little guy. He was such a tiny little animal—smaller than my camera and smaller than the stuffed toys they sold at Wal-Mart. Zipped up inside my sweatshirt, the puppy barely moved, though he did stick is head out for a peek of the fluorescent-lit world of late-night shoppers that…

Route 66: Halfway There

The dust cloud followed me all the way from Oklahoma. Red-brown, like a storm on the ground, the dust rolled over my car in endless tidal waves, pushing me outside the lines on the road. Ahead of me, a pair of red brake lights glowed in the miasma, like a pair of snake eyes, warning…

Route 66: Six Significant Stops in Oklahoma

I spent nearly a week traveling Route 66 in Oklahoma and I was forever amazed by all the strange and curious things I found (like a round red barn?). Though the Sooner State is only one of eight on Route 66, its attractions are plenty. These are just a few of my personal highlights: