Broken Bow Returns to Misery

We saddled up and left Broken Bow relatively early.  There was no rush to get back, but no rush leave the road that had been our home for the past nine days.  Mostly clear skies changed to mostly cloudy skies and after settling into the saddle, the attitude changed.  We were looking forward to getting back to our space.  The route from Broken Bow had been traveled several times before and there was nothing new to capture our interest, excepting those wide open spaces.  

Music and conversation flowed as if nothing had changed and soon enough Misery welcomed us home. Though this particular stretch was uneventful, the journey had been a grand expedition and one that will certainly be burned into memory for some time.