We are home! (as Ryan already mentioned).  I think I can speak for both of us when I say that now comes the hard part of the journey.  It was easy when we were going and going, but it almost feels like I forgot how to stop.  The end didn't feel real until I reached.  I have no real clue what will be next, but it doesn't concern me.  Things have a way of working themselves out.

I too want to say thank you to everyone that we met on our trip.  I am truly grateful to have shared this journey with all of you and appreciative that you opened your lives, homes, pantries, and hearts to two wayward travelers like Ryan and myself. 

People have asked us about the beards; mainly how long they will remain.  I can't speak for Ryan, but I plan on keeping it for a while. Unfortunately that means no before and after shaving/haircut photos.  But Ryan and I foresaw this problem while we were on the road and took photos at Walker lake on the first and last week of our trip wearing the same clothing and in the same place so you could see what eight months of growth looks like.  The results are...

Ryan: 1st Week

Ryan: Final Week

Myself: 1st week

Myself: Final Week

On the last day of the trip we stopped by a liquor store and bought a cheap bottle of "champagne" to drink before the last few miles (Tour De France style). 

We finished the Tour De North America; all three countries visited and 9113 miles ridden.  What a life we live in the...

We have meant to write something for a while, but things have come up and out of our control time and time again in the last week. For the sake of brevity I will give a short summary of our time in southern California, our day trip to Mexico, and the ride through the desert to Las Vegas.

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By the time we left the Redwood National Park Hostel we were soon enough in entering the Emerald Triangle – a combination of Humboldt, Mendocino, and Trinity counties in California.

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After passing through Idaho we entered Oregon and looked in Nyssa for a place to take a shower and do laundry. Ryan asked about these services at a gas station the attendant looked a little puzzled and said there was a place laundry mat, but there is no place to take a shower she could recollect. This is a blink town she said. A place where you could just blink as you drive through and never even know it existed. After a couple days in eastern Oregon I tried it – I kept blinking, sometimes closing my eyes for longer periods of time hoping that it would just go away, but I forgot that bicycles don't move as fast as cars and riding with my eyes closed is almost as irresponsible as text messaging while driving.

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Sometimes things work out in your favor and sometimes they don't. My hands are cold right now, but the coffee keeps my bones thawed. A lot has happened since South Dakota so let's get caught up to speed.

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