Day 56: The End
Well, I made it. How different do I look from what you remember?
Even when I finally saw the ocean, I still didn't stop. I had no traction in the sand, so I pulled the bike by its handlebars to a rocky outcropping at the land's brink. I hoisted the bike up over my shoulder and climbed from rock-to-rock as far as I could go, skirting the edge of that ancient and crashing blue abyss.
Congratulations GEODUDE!
Like I said often Mac, you’re “awesome”! Oh if I was have my age I’d be going with you! Cycle safely through my part of Canada and know that I am with you in “spirit”! You really are an inspiration and I feel so blessed to be now journeying with you! Hug for the road bud! See you later! Scott
Hi,
I clicked over and read the story, and I agree congrats and well done.