Salina, Oklahoma to Newkirk, Ok.
It was incredibly beautiful and brilliantly green and verdant for the middle of the plains.
Finally it was time for a good but very regrettable decision. We had to go back. It would take well over an hour and we would have to brave the muddy slope. We turned around - up the rocky hill, over a creek crossing, around a fenceline, up a hill off trails. And then at the top we found a trail that we had missed coming from the other direction. It was on the GPS and though faint, I could just make out a two track beaten down long ago in the grass. Knowing that just about anything would be better than the mud we followed it. After a mile we ran into fresh tracks. After two, it became a nice path. Soon I recognized the large open hill we had come in on. Through some open gates and onto the hill and we were finally back (well, almost) to where we had entered the Osage WMA.
We were hot, tired, muddy, frustrated/angry but relieved. We had wasted four hours trying to get through this one little WMA. We threaded our way the rest of the way out and headed to Pawhuska for gas, dinner and a little spray clean for the Cruiser. Stephanie stalked the Pioneer Woman. while we ate at Buffalo Joes, a burger joint. It was so good to drink cold water and sit in air-conditioning while I worked out a new route to rejoin the original.