Day 53: New Smyrna Beach, FL to Canaveral National Seashore, FL
15 miles - Ceremonial Ride With Jeb Bynum; 12 Miles South Into Canaveral National Seashore; Atlantic Ocean - April 2, 2017
The Atlantic Ocean
The best way to begin this page is with the end. My bike and I in the Atlantic Ocean. With today's ride, it was official:
I had become a THREE-TIME cross-country cyclist. :)
The statistics: 2750 miles, 53 days, 9 states, 2 flat tires, 11 people who biked with me, and 7 support vehicles.
The Ceremonial Ride
I slept well in the condominium and didn't have to be ready to bike until 9 a.m., when Jeb and Tina would meet me out front.
There's a shot of our bicycles. Once more, I tossed my bags in the Jeep. Not only would my bike be light, but we'd do an easy ride of 15 miles
into the Cape Canaveral National Seashore.
South Atlantic Avenue (Route A1A) took us south. We'd bike no more than a tenth of a mile adjacent to the ocean the whole way.
We passed so many condominium complexes.
And look at all those stately palm trees. :)
Of course, I could have reached the ocean yesterday. In fact, when people ask how long the trip was, I answer "52 days."
Having said that, I'm so glad I did this ceremonial ride with Jeb. This was the first bike across America trip where I had a friend ride
with me and/or be with me at the ocean on the final day. Jeb's pictures, videos, and enthusiasm is something I'll be forever grateful for. Thanks Jeb!
Here what I thought of Jeb riding with me ...
The traffic was light. The weather was pleasant. We had a headwind, but it didn't matter.
Ahead were three bicyclists and one guy on a recumbent bicycle.
Canaveral National Seashore
At nine miles, we crossed into the Canaveral National Seashore. We'd take this road as far south as we could go.
Inside the park, we were one of many bicyclists and tourists. A woman with her own bike asked if we could raise her seat, and
Jeb quickly got to raising it. Good job, Jeb!
Knowing I was just a handful of miles from the end, I wondered if there should be something special happening
like angels blaring trumpets from the skies. In one sense, it was an ordinary Sunday morning ride, but of course, this was a special day.
My writing won't do justice to my feelings of JOY, PRIDE, and SADNESS all at once. Then again, maybe my adjacent videos capture them.
Biking with Jeb in Canaveral National Seashore ...
My last Facebook live video ...
Just a mile from the end, the beach came into view. It was so pretty.
Then we spotted a dead snake on the road. I realized I needed to do one more "not too shabby" video ...
Two photos of the Atlantic Ocean.
My Decision To Quit 75 Feet Away?!?!
The road ended and there was just a boardwalk to reach the beach, and it was then that I broke down.
I couldn't handle all the demands of biking across America. I was tired, and the distance to get to the Atlantic Ocean was too far.
75 feet was overwhelming. Maybe if I had been 55 feet away, I would have kept going.
So here's my video when I quit and started my walk back to California ...
My Decision To Resume The Trip
I hiked 100 feet west, and then something inside told me I should give it another try. So I sucked it up and went back.
Those 75 feet were the hardest I've ever had to go, but I'm sure glad I did it. :)
Me and Jeb at the Boardwalk.
Here's a compilation of all of his videos ...
The Atlantic Ocean
Finally, I was at another ocean. I swam. I flopped around in the water. I didn't care how wet I got.
I put out three fingers to signify my three trips.
Here's the footage of me in the ocean...
By the way, I learned salt water is really bad for a bicycle. I had no idea about this.
The next week, my bike shop in Colorado would take everything apart, clean the effects of the salt water, and put it back together.
Remember the rock I picked up at the Pacific Ocean in San Diego? Well, I pulled it out and heaved it into the Atlantic Ocean. :)
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A Heartfelt Thank You
Much thanks to my donors, YouTube subscribers, Facebook/Twitter followers, and everyone who supported me.
One Final "Not Too Shabby" Video
Arrival at the ocean.
Every "Not Too Shabby" On The Trip
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Finally a Tailwind
After spending much time at the beach, Jeb and I biked back five miles to where his Jeep was parked.
We headed north and would you believe it? There was a tailwind pushing me. It was
my first tailwind since Day 20 in Carlsbad, New Mexico. The irony!