KGs Roaming Tales

So, once again, it’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted and caught everyone up on all the happenings. Shocking, I know. A travel blog that occasionally forgets to blog about the travel. Very on-brand.

Can you believe it? It’s been 23 years since we tied the knot!

So, we needed to get to Bend. But Bend is a long drive, and by now we have learned that “just power through it” is rarely the most fun answer.

So, it’s been just a few weeks since we left Bentonville, and wow — a lot can happen.

And just like that, our time in Bentonville has come to an end. After a month here, we experienced all there is to do in Northwest Arkansas… or, more accurately, we lightly scratched the surface and pretended that counted. There is so much packed into this area that it feels impossible to fully take it all in during one stay.

So long, Nashville. You were a good time.

It always takes us a little while to find our rhythm in a new place.

Well, it’s official. We’ve been Nashville residents for a whole week, and so far we’ve found plenty of reasons to pull on our boots and get to gettin.

We wrapped up our final week in Austin, and when you’re under a time crunch, it’s amazing how much you can fit in.

Okay, this post is embarrassingly overdue. We’ve been in Austin, Texas for three weeks now. With only one week left, I’m finally sitting down to write our first update. Apparently living the adventure has taken priority over documenting it.

Post-Sedona, we made it back for the holidays. The toughest part was being “home,” but not quite being HOME. Logan was back from his freshman year of college, and we were close to friends and family again but it didn’t feel the same. We weren’t settled into our usual rhythm of traditions, routines, and all the familiar comforts (and, honestly, all our “stuff”). We still celebrated, of course it was just different.

Here we are in Okoboji, Iowa, a couple of days after Thanksgiving, watching the snow fall and wondering why we ever left a place where “jacket” usually meant “light flannel at sunset.” The memory of warm days in shorts, red rock spires, and trails right out the front door keeps calling us back to Sedona, and honestly, we’re tempted to answer. We spent two months there, able to step outside and immediately be surrounded by red rocks, winding paths, and views that belong on postcards or at least someone’s laptop background.