The Broken Bow that Beau loves is the one most people don’t find on their first trip. The quieter version. The one that shows up after you’ve put the phone down, after the drive through the trees has done its work, after you’ve sat by a fire long enough for your shoulders to finally drop.
That’s what he’s pointing you toward. Every time. Two thumbs, full commitment, that same open smile.
He’s been looking forward to seeing you. And he means it.