The trip home is always bittersweet and confusing for me. I miss Clint and the mutts and am looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. But it’s SO hard to say goodbye to people I love so much, and it’s SO hard to leave such amazing times and places behind. There’s no photo to represent that… So, instead, I happened to wake up and look out my window on the flight home just as we were flying over the Grand Canyon. Pretty cool.