Here it is one week later and I am finishing up the blog, better late than never. Right now it still hasn't sunk in that we rode across America. We had a little banquet the last night in Manchester, as one rider said - "I will never look at a map of the United States quite the same." I feel exactly the same way, to realize that we rode our bikes the entire way is quite an accomplishment, something to be proud of.
I could probably go on and on about everything, but it would just not do it justice. It is not something that you can put in words, it is something you have to get out an experience it yourself. I was truly in awe of every single rider, all of us that started out in Astoria, OR made it to Portsmouth, NH. That is a very noteworthy accomplishment. The person that we all admired and respected the most was John, an 80 year old man, who was so full of life and had a smile the whole way across America. He did not miss one single mile, in fact, he put quite a few extra miles along the way. Then there was Vivian, 18 years old, who would at the end of some days ride extra miles just so she could say she rode 100 miles that day. We were definitely a family - you saw these people every single day for 50 days. You were all doing the same thing, so you shared the same joys and frustrations. . Everyone of us had one single goal on our mind and that was to make it across America. The staff even commented that our group came together a lot more than some of their other tours.
Nothing more I can say, the dream, the experience is over, but what a joy it was. The United States is truly a beautiful country, it was wonderful to see it at a slower pace on back roads and not flying along the interstates at 70mph. I looked forward every single day to getting on the bike, it was a new adventure every day that I shared with wonderful people that I will never forget. However, one of the best parts ride was finally getting to see my family after 7 weeks and coming home.