I visited the Pacific Northwest for the first time last year for an assignment retracing Kurt Cobain’s stomping grounds for the 30th anniversary of his death. Four whirlwind days were spent hopping from bar to bar, wandering through the grunge-era alleys of the city. While I was focused on a five-square-mile radius of Seattle’s urban core, the rugged beauty of the landscape outside every window kept catching my eye. I found myself thinking, “I need to come back here and explore more than just the city.”