Going home. Bittersweet, flat and beautiful.
This trip left a mark on my heart like nothing else. I fell more in love with the landscapes around me, forests, rivers, lakes, plains; all of it calling to my soul. I fawned over bison (And still think buffalo is a better name), fell in love with miles and miles of fields, learned from the open road and felt the call to see new, special, wonderful, unique things.
It was a good trip, a nice long travel a year in the past, and I still want to go back.