Edisto Didn’t Need to Shout
A few days ago, I posted the opening reel from my Edisto series in collaboration with The Post and Courier.
As I write this, that short cinematic opener has crossed 90,000 views.
And honestly, that surprises me a little.
Not because social media numbers are unfamiliar, but because the reel itself is so quiet. No fast edits. No manufactured drama. No “must-see hidden gems.” Just marsh grass, moving water, soft narration, and a feeling I hoped people might recognize.
Edisto has that effect on you.
It’s the kind of place that doesn’t compete for your attention. It waits. Patiently. And if you slow down long enough, it begins to change the rhythm of your thoughts.
That was the real story I wanted to tell.
Berlin, the Dolomites, and the Rides That Stayed With Me
Every once in a while, I find myself thinking back to the first time I ever rode a BMW GS.
It was more than a decade ago, in Berlin, Germany, during my time working for BMW. Back then, travel was part of the job. Sometimes that meant meetings. Sometimes it meant factory visits. And once in a while, it meant moments you didn’t realize were important until years later.
This was one of those moments.