Tires turn parallel to faded road lines. Cars are lined up to go to parks- some bumper to bumper, some an easy drive through. No matter the condition, each car is full of people waiting to go through the open gates to the unmanned National Park entrances. The ranger kiosk, the ones that collect the permits, passes, and money, sits stagnant with manila folder-colored blinds pulled shut. It is open season for the public to traipse into federal parks. What should be an excited a

This blog post is less of a tip and more of just a funny, sketchy story about eel people. Buckle in, buckaroo! I had been driving for...