I don’t wait for the perfect time to travel—I make time where I can find it.
Maybe A Weekend officially started in 2019, but the idea behind it existed long before I had a name for it.
Looking back, I can probably trace that feeling all the way back to 2004 and my first solo road trip.
There wasn’t a website. There wasn’t a brand. There wasn’t a content strategy, social media plan, or any thought that someday I’d be writing about travel and sharing my photography online.
There was just the road, somewhere to go, and the realization that I could simply… go.
I didn’t know it at the time, but that sense of independence, curiosity, and discovery would follow me for years.
Fifteen years later, in 2019, it finally got a name:
Maybe A Weekend.
From an Idea to a Mindset
Maybe A Weekend started as an idea, but it quickly became a mindset.
Life moves fast. Work gets busy. Responsibilities don’t exactly pause because you found a cheap flight or suddenly decided you want to see the ocean.
But somewhere along the way, I realized you don’t need weeks off, an unlimited travel budget, or a perfectly planned itinerary to experience something new.
Sometimes all you need is a free weekend, a little curiosity, and the willingness to go.
That was true on that first solo road trip in 2004.
It’s still true today.
Making Time for the Experience
I’ve spent years balancing a demanding career and everyday responsibilities with a constant pull toward the road, the water, the skyline, or wherever the next experience might be.
Sometimes that means months of planning and research.
Other times it means a last-minute flight, a road trip, a cruise I probably didn’t need to book, a night exploring a new city, or simply grabbing my camera and finding the right place to watch the sunset.
I’ve learned that the size of the trip isn’t necessarily what makes it memorable.
It’s the experiences you collect along the way.
The places you didn’t expect to find. The food you decided to try. The stranger you ended up talking to. The ridiculous side quest that wasn’t on the itinerary. The photograph you almost didn’t take.
Those moments add up.
More Than 20 Years Behind a Camera
Photography has been part of my life for more than two decades.
It’s how I document where I’ve been, but more importantly, it’s how I remember what it felt like to be there.
Quiet lakes. Ocean views. Mountains. Wildlife. City lights. Sunsets. Architecture. Crowded streets. Empty trails. And occasionally something completely unexpected that made me stop, pull out the camera, and capture the moment.
Not every photograph is perfect.
Neither is every trip.
That’s kind of the point.
I’m not trying to create the illusion that every destination is flawless, every vacation goes according to plan, or every sunset magically cooperates with the camera.
I just want to capture something worth remembering.
Real Travel. Real Life.
This site isn’t about quitting your job to travel full time.
It’s not about luxury resorts, perfectly curated itineraries, or pretending that every trip looks like an Instagram highlight reel.
I have a full-time career. I have responsibilities. I have a budget. I have a limited amount of PTO despite my continued attempts to use all of it.
Travel has to fit around real life.
And that’s exactly what Maybe A Weekend is about.
It’s cruises and road trips. Flights and camping trips. New cities and familiar places. Restaurants, sporting events, concerts, beaches, mountains, lakes, random roadside stops, airport beverages, questionable decisions, and whatever unexpected adventure happens along the way.
Sometimes it’s halfway around the world.
Sometimes it’s a few hours from home.
Both count.
Just Go
At the core of all of this is a pretty simple idea:
You don’t have to go far.
You don’t have to go big.
You don’t have to wait for the perfect time.
You just have to go.
Take the road trip.
Book the flight.
Use the PTO.
Try the restaurant.
See the show.
Walk around the city.
Watch the sunset.
Take the photo.
Come home with a story.
In 2004, I didn’t know that first solo road trip would eventually become part of something bigger. In 2019, I finally gave that feeling a name.
And all these years later, I’m still chasing the same thing: new places, new experiences, a few good photographs, and a story worth bringing home.
Because life has a habit of moving pretty damn fast while we’re waiting for the perfect time to start living it.
And sometimes…
Maybe a weekend is all you need.