Sitting in Kanab post-vacation we were contemplating what we should do with our final weekend in the area. “You want to go to the grand canyon?”, Kendra asked. I had never been so, hell yeah. I love that our lifestyle affords amazing experiences all the time. The Grand Canyon We came in on the lastContinue reading “Superstition”
Welcome to the blog post formerly known as When a Nomad Vacations. I think my wife described it best in a Facebook post. She said, “So we did this crazy thing… we met up with 2 dear friends from Ohio and for two weeks we decided to cram as many stops as we could throughoutContinue reading “The Grand Staircase”
As nomads, we strive to go from place we want to be, to place we want to be. That likely goes without saying. Some of the time those places are just too far apart to make it in a single weekend, so we are forced to stay in between for my work week. Sometimes theseContinue reading “Neither Here, Nor There”
On our last weekend at home base, we have accomplished our entire wish list, and are excited for the adventures ahead. We love the area, but our home has wheels for a reason. Last year, when I had my surgery, I began exercising with a one-hundred yard walk on which I needed to stop andContinue reading “Chomping at the Bit”
There’s no place like home.
Returning to our home state after months of glorious travel is refreshing. Especially so after being stuck in Ogden Utah with a flat tire.
While I have not seen two little people fighting over a gold ring, Ogden Utah has so much smoke the sun looks very wrong, and the temperatures are in triple digits. Much like Mordor, not a place I want to be. We spent last week at Juniper Campground outside of Park City Utah and itContinue reading “Trapped in Mordor”
Hot Springs In our time rolling through the Rockies, we were lucky enough to have friends come to visit us. I took a couple of vacation days and, combined with the holiday, we managed to pack in a lot of adventure. I caught a cold that made me miserable for about a week, but theContinue reading “Rock and Roll”
Denver Colorado We pulled into Denver to visit old friends and be near an airport so I could return to Ohio for a visit. It had been far too long since I had seen my parents and Ohio friends. That isn’t a Tortalog story, but it was absolutely wonderful to hug them all again. WeContinue reading “Silver and Gold”
Many years ago, before working from the road was on my radar, I saw a picture from an airport that stuck with me. It was a picture of one of those overhead banners like you will see at a festival and it read, “No one in their right mind comes to Helsinki in the winter.Continue reading “Badass Travelers”