Marisa and I have been on the road again for just under a month, but it feels as if we have been traveling for much longer. We've already stayed with friends in Oklahoma City, attended an Overland Expo in Flagstaff, and spent time with new friends in Phoenix and Sedona. We've chatted with fellow travelers and dream-seekers as we made our way west to California, and are now in one of the most impressive National Parks: Yellowstone.

But let's rewind just a few weeks as I haven't been keeping up with our blog posts.
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Our latest round of adventures started with where it all began over 5 years ago when we first left on our trip around the world. We rode to the same campground that we spent our 1st night at to relive some of our fondest memories, but ended up creating new ones as we found a perfect spot next to a lake just 5 minutes away from our old campsite.

Needless to say, things were off to a pretty fantastic start, and there was an entire summer and fall of travel ahead of us. Before we knew it, we were in New Mexico, watching the sun set from across a lake.

Everything seemed to be happening so fast, and even though it had only been a few days at that point, it seems like we left our home in Chicago months ago.

Our first Overland Expo of the season went off without a hitch. The stories traded from the thousands of attendees could fill the pages of countless unwritten books. The excitement and thrill of adventure is passed around like a peace pipe amongst strangers and friends alike. 

After the hustle and bustle of an awesome show and camping for 4 nights, we wanted to transport ourselves to a calmer, more Zen-like place to relax (and do some laundry).

So we entered the vortex and rode down to Sedona to spend time with newly acquired friends that we met on the road. We spent a few nights just soaking up the surrounding red cliffs, and even went on a small hike, something that Marisa and I rarely do.

The trip had been a success, even if we were only measuring it in short strides. There was a lot more ahead of us than behind. But we were back in the saddle again, enjoying every moment of Zen along the way.

Marisa, Pegasus (our KTM 1190), and I have been a trio of man, woman, and machine over the course of the last 4 years. We have struggled together, overcome hardships together, and each of us has pushed the others past their limits, urging them to continue on when things got tough.
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All of us have our roles as we navigate the world. I am generally the pilot, with my black chauffeur hat and gloves replaced with my motorcycle helmet and plastic knuckle gloves. My limo is our KTM, but Marisa is no ordinary passenger. Marisa is the true hero of our story. She is my cheerleader, my support crew, and my morale booster when both the bike and I are feeling grumpy and worn down. Between the three of us, Marisa is usually the one with the least amount of 'issues' as we bounce along gravel roads and across rivers.

With the weather warming up, we are getting unbearably excited for our launch date in just under a month and a half!

Our newest motorcycle is still in pieces, some of our new gear is yet to arrive, and I have only put about 20 miles on our newest member of Notier's Frontiers. The 1st real test ride will be 13k miles as we ride around the lower 48 before heading north to Alaska.

​This isn't our first launch date that seemed like we may not hit the target... Four years ago, I didn't even have my driver's license delivered to me in time for our departure date. But everything seemed to sew itself together into a fine silk tapestry that looked fragile at first, but presented a wonderful picture of what life on the road was like when everything ran 'smoothly'.

Just a quick introduction to our newest member of the family...
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Our mighty KTM 1190 had served us well over the past 85k miles, and has taken us across 3 continents and 25 counties. But, it is time to honorably discharge her from active duty.
Marisa and I wanted to stay with KTM, as I was familiar with the bike and how it handled. But we definitely wanted an upgradable suspension.

​So we got ourselves an 1190 R!!!!

It is pretty much the exact same motorcycle, but with larger wheels and a better suspension!
Plus, all of our farkles and racks will be able to be transplanted onto the new bike!

Things have definitely changed since the day we bought our 1190 way back in 2013 as we daydreamed about traveling the world.

As with most things, it was a learning process. Our original set up was... rather interesting to say the least. Our luggage, the way it was packed, as well as our gear, all failed the initial test as we roamed around the Rocky Mountains. But the three things that still seemed eager and willing to travel the world were Marisa, myself, and the mighty KTM 1190.

​This post is our way of saying goodbye to the third member of Notier's Frontiers, and consists of some of our favorite memories as we meandered around 3 continents, over 4 years, while raking up over 85k hard miles that the motorcycle (mostly) took with stride.

Our Sunday (Saturday) Scoop

I love New Years, because I love the idea that maybe this year I could become a better version of myself. I love thinking that maybe this year all those hopes I have will come true. And maybe this year I'll work harder to achieve my dreams.

But it also gives me the chance to look back at the past year, and realize that I actually have achieved a lot, and honestly, I am already living my dreams.

The pandemic put a lot of our lives on hold, and for Tim and I, our travel plans were no different. But somehow we still got plenty of motorcycle traveling in, and had incredible adventures throughout the riding months of 2021. In the spring, we flew back home to the US from Africa, and we hit the road in the States, venturing all the way to Key West in Florida, and out west to Idaho. We saw the fall colors of the Northeast, and we successfully went to all three Overland Expos all across the country!

Merry Christmas everyone (or Hannukah, and all the other incredible celebrations out there)! We just wanted to make a fun post to celebrate the holiday season by showing you a recap of all the cool places we've been for Christmas over that past four years.

That's right, this is our first Christmas that we'll be celebrating back in the States, at home with friends and family (and that is a great feeling). For the past four winters we've been in faraway lands, and have been welcomed into other peoples' traditions and customs.

Here's a quick glance at the past four Christmases going back in time -

Last year we were celebrating in our rental home in Kenya. I made comfort food - a roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and mac and cheese. A little strange, but it worked. We also had a little tree decorated. And even though we were somewhat locked down due to the pandemic, we had great company (Marco and Dora, the kittens).

Our Sunday Scoop

It had been a tough choice, but Tim and I finally decided that it was time to go home. We hadn't had a winter in Chicago in four years, and the truth was, we hadn't had a winter at all during that time. We'd been chasing summer throughout our travels, first wintering in Mexico, then in Peru and Bolivia, and finally we spent two winters in Africa - in Tanzania and Kenya. But now that our travel funds were coming to an end, and our bike was in desperate need of repair, plus it was getting a bit too cold for traveling in the northern US, we knew it was time to start heading home.

Now we just had to hope that we could get there without too much mishap.

The previous day had been rough. It was so bad, that we figured there was no way things could get any worse. We'd been having the time of our lives riding the Northeast BDR backroad through the Catskill Mountains of New York state, when we hit a particularly nasty section of loose rocks hidden under fallen leaves. And we fell.

Our Sunday Scoop

In our last blog post, we were stuck near the top of a mountain in New York state, and the bike was dead. The road had gotten pretty rough, and after a few too many falls, the motorcycle would simply not start again. It was the old gremlins resurfacing once more, but this time we were in a particularly bad spot.

To make matters worse, the skies were getting darker and darker, not just with the approaching evening, but the deep rumblings of a thunderstorm could be heard brewing not too faraway.

"This is bad," I just kept repeating over and over again to Tim as he tried repeatedly to get the bike going again. I didn't know what to do, as my brain was fresh out of ideas. I felt helpless, and a part of me just wanted to plop down on the ground and wallow in misery for our situation, but that wouldn't have done any good.

"We'll get through this," Tim reassured me. "We always do."