Back in Moron I arrange with O's brother to come pick up the saddle. I will give it to him as a present for his family's hospitality. He arrives with his toddler son on his motorcycle, ties the saddle on the rear. I tell him to keep the saddle waiting for me; I will return next year.
My trip has ended rather abruptly. As fantastic as these days have been, I am left with a hollowness inside. I really wanted to continue another couple weeks, but I feared the impending winter and the lack of grass for Max. Originally, I had intended to ride a month through Arkhangai provence to the south of Khovsgol. But that will have to wait for another time.
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