On the drive from OKC to pigeon fordge, everyone was excited to get back home. But tonight around the campfire eating our last dinner (Wood grilled steaks, etc), everyone was remembering and talking about the things we did and what we liked or didn’t like. Everyone seemed bummed we had to go home, especially me. I’m probably a Gypsy at heart and could just be a bum and travel and do things like this the rest of my life and be completely content. I would probably have to find a cheaper way to do it but at heart, I could be content being “homeless” and traveling the rest of my life, just experiencing the world.