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.

We somehow managed to log another 54 miles of hiking and biking this week because, honestly, how could you not when you’re surrounded by nature’s ultimate playground? Between trails that look right out of a movie and sunsets that belong on postcards, resisting adventure in Sedona is nearly impossible.

It’s week two of our nomadic adventure, and we’re finally settling into a routine—or at least some well-orchestrated chaos. Our days blend work, generous helpings of hiking and mountain biking, bursts of live music, and the occasional late-night Netflix binge. If this is adulthood without kids, sign us up.