with no fanfare or anyone to recognize the achievement, i quietly rolled my bike out onto the beach and let the waves roll in. three and a half months on the road has had it's official end. it's bitter sweet, for sure. a tour of this size fundamentally is a freedom we are not used to as adults. it will be 1/3 of a year by the time i get home that i will have had no schedule to live by. no place to be at the end of the day. no person i had to see. no thing i had to do. i just pointed my wheel west and rode until i didn't feel like it anymore. that's a nice feeling and i'd like to feel it again.
that's not to say that my ride is over, though. i still have some riding to do.
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