Shortly after 7 am this morning, Jodi and I completed our last five miles of the Northern Tier, having bicycled more than 4,000 miles across the North American continent. We walked slowly and purposefully down to the cool waters of the Atlantic Ocean where the seawater lapped up over the rear tire of our bicycles, signalling the easternmost point of our journey. Bar Harbor was stirring to life behind the sea wall above us, greeting a new Sunday, a new day for rest, for contemplation, for faith and for dreams.
Our ending was very much like our beginning, a small, humble embrace of salt water that resounded only with the calling of seabirds, the caress of the wind and the gentle warmth of the rising sun.
To all of you, we are profoundly thankful for your support, your prayers, your words of kindness. Dream big and dream often. Walk through fields of wildflowers and watch honeybees leave trails in the sky. Sink your toes into seashells on the beach and wish upon shooting stars. Love one another and extend kindness when you are affronted. Remember the preciousness of every day and the promise in the rising sun. Know that just as the changing tide erases and cleans, so too do we have endless opportunity for rebirth.
Now, we sleep.