The End

Day: 57 (Davis, CA to San Francisco, CA)

Average Speed: 9.6 MPH

Miles Cycled Today: 77.1 

Miles Cycled Total: 3, 885

Mood: I don't know 

The Pacific.

I’m writing this at 4:28 AM where I am… at the Pacific Ocean. 

And the time doesn’t matter a single bit. 

I know it is possible to describe in words the emotions I’m feeling right now, but that’s a job for far more accomplished writer.

One of the Usual Questions I’ve heard since starting is “Are you going to bicycle back to the East Coast when you hit the Pacific?”

Until a few weeks ago, my answer was “What are you, crazy?”

Now it’s “I wish I could.”

I want to do this forever. To cycle. To see the best that America and our world has to offer. Day in and day out. 

The end of this trip was almost anti-climactic, because I feel like I’m just getting started. 

But it’s over. 

It’s over. 

Andy- I met him back in Missouri- just sent me a "congratulations" text message, then he insightfully went on to describe the end of a trip like this as a "grieving process." 

He's right. I'm not excited I'm finished. I'm sad that it's over. 

But I've had a lot of time to think, and I’ll have one more post here in a week or so. Please, check back. 

For now, take a six minute ride with me across the country and enjoy America. 

The soundtrack to the video is both perfect and entirely ludicrous: “Traveling Alone” by Jason Isbell. 

I changed my answer to the question "Are you riding alone?" back in Missouri. 

No. 

Mostly solo on the bike, yes.  

But alone?

I wasn’t alone while crossing any state. 

I wasn’t alone for a mile. 

I wasn’t alone for One. Single. Pedal. 

Thank you so much or staying with me.