We rode to Seattle on Sunday, for a ceremonial tire dip in the Pacific ocean. I made it!!!! I’m sure I will have lots of thoughts about this adventure in the future, but for now, I am mostly grateful. I’m proud that I was able to pass an extreme physical test that lasted for months and which pushed me close to a breaking point. I’m also grateful (in a general, non-religious way) that I had the physical capacity to accomplish this. I’m grateful to my colleagues at Barrow Neurological Institute for supporting me and allowing me the time to bike 4300 miles, and to the Barrow Foundation for publicizing the ride and helping with money raising. I’m grateful that my sister and brother, Rachel and Jon, picked up the slack left by my absence during a difficult family time, generously and without complaint. I’m indebted to Ruth, my daughter, for creating this blog and faithfully maintaining it over the course of the trip. Finally, I’m incredibly grateful that Kathy, my wife, supported me in my crazy desire to do this, and cheerfully volunteered to take on a host of tasks that I should have been there for.
I’m relieved that the ride is over, but also sad that I don’t have this challenge to look forward to. I made great friends during the ride who I will miss. I will also miss the singleness of purpose; waking up in the morning and knowing that the day consists of breaking camp, finding a place to eat breakfast, and biking all day is a much less stressful existence than the multitasking that usually is a part of everyday life. Seeing the country on a bike allows one to experience small towns, and the slow changes in geography than occur at this rate of travel is completely different than simply flying to your destination. I’m sure I will want to experience something like this again. Not soon, though.
That’s it for now.