This is it, last ride. 

At the moment it is hard to reflect and feel the full distance of this journey. At the start I couldn't fathom it either. There is something disorienting about riding everyday.

Each day becomes it's own mission and the day before and the days to come don't truly exist until you clip into the pedals and start moving.

In a way the entire trip doesn't exist. I woke up for ~21 days and rode my bicycle. 21 riding days later I will arrive in San Francisco. The pains and aches at the start feel like a lifetime ago. Perhaps I existed one day at a time, perhaps that's the simplest way to tackle a large journey like this.

Today I ride from Samuel P Taylor to San Francisco, that's all. But to finish the journey, I rode from Seattle to San Francisco today. The entirety of it might come to me later, when I can find some distance and reflect.

Lukas lead most of the way and we all pushed pretty hard up the hills. I think we all set some strava PRs, not bad for a loaded touring setup. Hamstring is probably injured, so grateful to be ending here instead of Mexico. I'll leave the rest of the coast for another time.

Both Lukas and Kanaad hyped up a flatbread sandwich at a coffee shop in Sausalito, and it delivered. Great lunch stop with some energy to push on to the Golden Gate Bridge.

We got lucky and the weather was clear, at the top of Camino Alto we were greeted with a crystal clear view of the San Francisco skyline and Bay Bridge. The city is a symbolic place for a multitude of reasons, today it symbolized my accomplishment.

The ride was great, the people were great, the weather was great. It made it all worth it. Now though, I need to get as far away from my bike as possible, it's going in a box and getting shipped home.

Thanks for following along, I have another post in me still. A proper reflection for the end.