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The finish line! |
In order to have enough time to put my spare tire on I set the alarm a few minutes early for this morning. Then I promply put the tire on and pinch-flatted the tube. Ugh.


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Then a rock and tape to secure it a little better |
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First a stick to jam the derailleur |
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Long journey concludes at the Atlantic Ocean |

Finally it was within sight: the Atlantic Ocean! Almost unbelievable to be coasting down to the water's edge and joining my fellow travelers in the ceremonial wading into the water. But here we have arrived, after 3600 miles and 32 long days on the road. More in a post-ride entry on this, as I think it best to let the experience seep its way into my head slowly. So many of the days still seem to run together, but maybe they'll sort themselves out a bit with some time off the bike.
Time to pack up our bikes and prepare shipping labels to send them home. An hour took care of that task. Then the final banquet dinner, with slide show of the trip set to music, many nice words from Lon, Susan and a few riders. The big map that we've watched trace our path across the country in red ink each day was auctioned off to benefit the PAC Tour projects in Peru and Africa, most specifically to help subsidize Aracely's education in California.
Now off to bed, as I have a taxi coming at 4:45am to go to the airport. Congratulations to all my fellow riders and crew! Well done. Well done indeed!