Stinkpot and I rolled into Bellingham yesterday! We made it to our final destination! It feels really good to be done. We rode around San Juan Island on Wednesday, which was really pretty, and then we camped on Lopez Island. It was beautiful, but I was so amped up about finishing yesterday that I woke up before my alarm and caught the early ferry to Anacortes. There were some bike paths along the coast, which made it a really nice ride and I made it to my friends’ house in Bellingham at about 2:30. I just happened to pull up at the same time one of them was getting home and they both helped me celebrate. I feel relieved to finally be here, and proud of what we’ve done, and overwhelmed by the huge show of support from everyone that donated to Niños de Guatemala, or let me stay with them, or offered encouraging words, or all of the other many acts of kindness and generosity that got us here. Cycling is a great way to see the country and I love the simplicity of just having one thing to worry about everyday. You just have to keep moving and eventually you’ll make it. This was also a trip full of contrasts. I felt hot and cold at the same time (hot from working hard, but cold from the harsh wind), sick to my stomach and hungry at the same time, thirsty and full at the same time, and I’ve had a full uninterrupted night of sleep and woken up still feeling tired. There were also people that went out of their way to help me and people that seemed mad a me for just being on the road. Still, I just had one thing to do on this trip and that was to ride, so I just kept going and I saw some amazing places and met some wonderful people along the way. I read from multiple sources before this trip that bike touring is a great way to restore your faith in humanity. It’s true that many people supported this trip in ways that are very inspiring, but I found that they were far outnumbered by irresponsible drivers, fellow campers, and closed minded people I had conversations with along the way. The drivers were definitely the worst. By the end, they had pretty much taken the fun out of it for me. As I wrote earlier, a woman literally hit me with her car and then tried to argue that it was my fault when she was clearly in the wrong. People are so impatient that they don’t think twice about endangering the life of another human being in order to shave a few seconds off their drive time. That says something about our priorities as a society. They don’t know me, so why should they care about me? I don’t want to sound ungrateful because if you are reading this, you have probably made some sort of contribution to this ride, so, just to be clear, I have been totally blown away by all of your support. Maybe the most inspiring have been those people that didn’t know me, but decided to donate when they met me somewhere along the way. That spirit of giving seems like a good way to end this. Of course we need to be kind to the important people in our lives, but we also need to extend that to strangers. We don’t know them, we don’t know their stories, so I think we owe them the benefit of the doubt. On that note, I’m ending this trip with a challenge to myself and a challenge to anyone that’s still reading to be kind to a stranger. Be kind to everyone you meet. It can make all the difference.