KGs Roaming Tales

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.

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.