Imagine: You’re sitting on the beach of a tropical island in the middle of paradise. Your beach chair is painted white, no splinters, and your feet are in the sparkling blue sea. Gulls cry overhead, and hermit crabs make tracks across the white expanse of sand. Behind you, palm trees wave their branches in the slight breeze and tropical birds serenade your perfect evening. You decide it’s the perfect moment to read your new adventure travel novel. Reaching into your bag, you pull out... what?

For many, summer vacation consists of a trip out of town, or a few consecutive days spent achieving a luxurious tan (or sunburn, as the case may be) on the beach. Maybe you’ll enroll in sports, or if you’re feeling adventurous, take a drive across the country. For me, summer has always been a continuation of our life on the road.