Fort Dodge

From the moment our tires hit the outskirts of town, we felt the weight of a thousand untold stories of Fort Dodge, Iowa, waiting just beneath the surface. In that spirit, we begin with the curious legend of Floyd of Rosedale, the story of a football rivalry that became a symbol of respect and humor. […]

When we rolled into Fort Dodge, Iowa, the welcoming arms weren’t just in the street signs—they were in the salt, sauce, and sweetness waiting at every table. It felt like being greeted by old friends, each restaurant whispering, “You’re exactly where your stomach wants to be.” And with Fort Dodge dining adventures on our minds

We’ve found that some of our most memorable road trip stops aren’t grand monuments or sweeping vistas. They’re the quiet corners where art and community intersect. That’s precisely what we discovered while exploring glass art in Fort Dodge, Iowa. Our adventures often take us through history museums and roadside oddities, but we’re equally drawn to

Some folks plan vacations around landmarks. Us? We’re always on the lookout for that perfectly offbeat place where locals go to unwind and visitors stumble upon by happy accident. During our Iowa road trip, we landed in Fort Dodge just in time for Frontier Days—complete with cowboy hats, root beer floats, and plenty of boot-scootin’.

It’s a universal truth—kids are full of questions. “Why is the sky blue?” “Where does rain come from?” “Do birds get thirsty?” As parents, we do our best to keep up, but sometimes, we need reinforcements. That’s where places like the Rivers Edge Discovery Center come in. During a recent trip to Fort Dodge, Iowa,

There’s something magical about rounding a corner in small-town America and having the breath catch in your throat. That’s precisely what happened when we stumbled into Fort Dodge, Iowa, chasing whispers of a mural that had transformed an old grain silo into a storybook on cement. It stood like a lighthouse in a sea of

Now and then, we stumble upon a story that’s too bizarre to be made up. Imagine digging a well and uncovering a 10-foot-tall petrified man buried beneath your fields. That’s precisely what happened-or seemed to happen—in the fall of 1869. On a recent trip through Iowa, Crystal and I found ourselves face-to-face with one of