This is exactly what my odometer read as I pulled into my driveway last night at 7:05 p.m. Shivering, wet, and practically glued to the bike. An eerily round number, I couldn’t have made it that exact if I tried. Four months, ten days, 12,000 miles. I’m filled with so many emotions that I can’t describe.
Although it is time to prepare for a temporarily stationary life, the stories of the trip are by no means complete. Looking back at what I wrote I realized that I’ve only scratched the surface of the experience of the last four months, so the stories will continue for months to come. Like me, you can pretend I’m still on the bike!