The morning of our last riding day together was a strange one. You could tell that everyone was emotionally mixed between extreme excitement as well as regret that our adventures together were about to end. We slept in much later than we ad been over the last week, but were still up early enough that we had plenty of time to pack up for the shortest ride of the trip. We only had 28 miles to go until we arrived at La Jolla Beach (it was also the longest cue sheet we’d had, there was an average of about a mile & a half in between each turn). Our planned arrival time was noon, and we hit the road by 8:45. We had planned on leaving by 9, but everyone was ready and way too anxious to wait that long. We posed for a few group pictures then all left together but eventually were spread out by the traffic lights.The low for the day for me was right before we got to the prettiest part of the ride, excluding any view we had of the beach at the end of course. We were coming up on a bike path that went through a big valley, so I decided to get my camera out and take some pictures of everyone riding through it. I’ve taken plenty of pictures from my bike before but today that all caught up to me. We were riding down a small service road with no traffic so I moved towards the center to get a picture of some riders from the side when I ran over a reflector on the centerline and wiped out. Luckily I had crashed once before a week prior to the trip on a metal grate in a bridge crossing the Chicago River and gotten really banged up, so I had learned my lesson on how not to fall. Unlike my previous fall, I didn’t try to catch myself so I could tear up my hands and dislocate a shoulder, I just tucked and let my hip & back take the brunt of it. I bounced back up and hopped on my bike right away, mostly embarrassed because about 20 riders saw it happen. I bruised my hip a little and got some road rash on my elbow and one of my fingers, but it could have been way worse. The only real casualty was that my camera broke yet again during the fall, so I didn’t even get to take any pictures on the bike path, the only reason I even had it out. At least I knew my Dad would have his camera ready at the beach to take a couple of hundred pictures. I spent about the next 10 miles kicking myself that I had gone all the way across the country, then 15 miles from the coast I did something that stupid, but I eventually got over it.
We had a checkpoint where everyone waited up for each other a little over a mile from the beach. It was a good thing we left as early as we did because we were actually cutting it kind of close; all the traffic lights slowed us more than we anticipated. After regrouping, we timed our departure from the check point to get us to the beach right at noon. We were less than a half mile away when we finally got our first glimpse of the Pacific while coming over a big hill. I’ve seen the Pacific plenty of times before, but it had never looked so good, it finally hit me then that we were almost done as I felt goosebumbs run over my whole body. We stopped to soak it in and take some pictures, but I didn’t take any of course. After everyone was ready we pushed off again and shortly after began seeing familiar faces as we rode past the park where our lunch was being prepared. The first people I saw were Dan’s parents, who I spent some time with in Savannah before the trip with Dan. Not far behind them I saw my Mom running towards the road we were on with my Dad not far behind. This whole time people all over the place were cheering for us. I’m sure the word had been spreading from our family members waiting there for us, and it probably didn’t take long for other people to figure out what was going on. I don’t think I had ever felt so cool in my life. We rode through the parking lot to the edge of the sand where we all took our shoes off and got ready to walk the last leg across the sand to the shoreline. I got a big hug from my Mom & Dad & Issy when I stopped, it got really emotional but I’m so glad they were there.
We began walking across the sand through the crowds of people who were there enjoying the beautiful day, but we quickly began running as we realized that the sand was really hot. We all got right on the shore and posed for a bunch of pictures and let the moment linger until we would al finally dip our tires and be done. When the time came we were sure to all dip our front tires at the same time, just like we had done with our back tires in the Atlantic. I immediately handed by bike off to my mom so I could run and jump in. We hung around taking more pictures and jumping into the ocean,
After mingling with everyone and enjoying the great food, we shipped off for one last 4 mile ride to the church we were staying at. We all cleaned out the van and trailer to get our obligations out of the way. I went out for some sushi with my sister, her roommate Tamara, and Angela; then they gave us a ride out to a B&B alumni’s house, Todd Johnson, for a party he was throwing for us. Todd was awesome, he had beer & food for anyone who wanted it at the party. He was also at our wheel dipping and chalked the last couple of turns coming to the beach; he even wrote some encouraging messages mixed in with the turns. We had a lot of fun, one last big hurrah as a group.
The next two days people went out exploring San Diego & La Jolla and started trickling off one by one to go home. I made it to the Zoo and Sea World with my mom, sister & Tamara to see one of their friends perform in the Circ Del Mar show there and check out Shamoo.
It didn’t seem like it was long before it came time for the long drive home. Angela, Dan, Scott & myself all took part in driving back, although I got out in Chicago and Scott got out in Michigan. We were joined by Patrick, Rachel, & Dave Grant. We stopped at some amazingly beautiful places, a great finish to the trip.
We had planned to go to Bryce Canyon as well, but ended up scratching it because we were running late and it was quite a few extra miles. It felt like we were driving through a national park almost all day anyway, Utah is one of the most beautiful states I’ve ever been in. Even the ride on the interstate was amazing. We found a scenic overlook just off of it at the edge overlooking a huge canyon, similar to the Grand Canyon. The sun started to set over the top of the plateaus in the distance after passing that point, it was like we were in the land before time as David said. There was a section on the interstate where they needed to put in switch backs! We coasted at 70 mph in neutral for about
The next morning we woke up in Moab Utah, ready to go check out Arches National Park. It was another cool canyon, only there were far more archways than any other park we’d been to, hence the name. We didn’t spend a whole lot of time there as we had already seen so much and we had a REALLY long stretch of driving ahead of us. We took one short hike to see Landscape arch, just one of many contained in the park. After that we started the long drive to Chicago. We decided to drive through the night so we could get there at a decent hour.
About 12 hours later on the dot we arrived at Joe’s house in Naperville, where we would stay for the night. Everyone except for Day who needed to get some work done tok the train down town to check it out, and I stayed back to hang out with Luke & Joe who was back to move some stuff out of the house as he will be selling it soon. We crought Angela, Dan, Partick & Rachel out to Lou Malnoti’s for some good Chicago style pizza when they got back, then called it a night as everyone else was getting an early start on their drive to Detroit the next day.
It was sad to see the Bike & Build van & trailer leaving, it was the first time that it really hit me that the trip was over, I hadn’t really felt anything up until that point. I could feel some emotion coming over me as the trailer went around the corner and out of sight. Since then I’ve been trying to relax, but have been busy helping in the moving out of Joe’s house and getting ready to move to Texas for grad school in a few days. I can’t wait for my next adventure in Austin, but I don’t think anything will ever compare to my Bike & Build experience. It really has been life changing; learning about the housing issues that affect millions in our country and around the world, and seeing first hand how much a little effort to help can effect people so profoundly and make such an impact in so many people’s lives. Seeing just how beautiful a country we live in first hand has also struck me more than I expected. None of the pictures I’ve taken serve any of the things I’ve seen any justice. There are so many natural wonders to see out there, I can’t wait to make the effort to go see more National Parks & other areas of the country in years to come. The friendships I made over the course of the trip may have been the best part of the trip. There were of course times with drama, but I have never seen such a diverse group of people from different backgrounds become so close so quickly.
So I’ll finish my final entry saying thank you to everyone who kept track of me during my adventure. It’s been really touching to hear how many people took such an interest in what I was doing. I’m also so thankful to all the generosity we received from our hosts along the way. It was almost unconceivable how generous some people are capable of being to perfect strangers, I felt nearly at home in so many places on our route, it really meant a lot to me. And of course, if any other riders from the trip read my last blog, it has been an honor and a privilege to share such a great adventure with all of you. Everyone brought so much to the group and really did there part to make it be the best trip possible. I said it at the beach in La Jolla and I’ll say it again, I’ll never forget any of you!


So today we had our last challenging ride into El Cajon, less than 30 miles from the Pacific. We managed to stumble across a cyclists dream while checking the route the day before. The church was in a slightly different location on HW 78 than google maps had placed it so we needed to update the cue sheets, which is the only reason we found it. I had driven the van that day so I 
looking manly in front of it, (we copied the pose from a cool mural we saw at Mile High Middle School in Prescott). While in El Cajon we were treated to some nice surprises from Hannah. She is from really near by so her mom and brother were greeting many of us about 2 miles from the 

So far the highlight of the desert for me, and possibly the whole trip was 







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