At 5:13 PM Pacific Daylight Time, after ninety-three days on the road and eleven-thousand fifty miles overland I glimpsed the Pacific Ocean from Interstate 5 between San Juan Capistrano and San Clemente, California.
I don’t know how the internet feels. For myself I am absolutely at a loss. I simply cannot express what I feel when I look out on that azure expanse. I kind of can’t believe that I’m here. That I finally made it from one coast to the other. And to think of all the really spectacular things I’ve seen along the way. By the time I’m done I will have crossed most of the continent’s major mountain ranges, I’ll have been in all four Great American Deserts, I’ll have seen almost every ecosystem the North American continent has to offer. I’ve been in a foreign country, I’ve been in nineteen of the fifty states with at least nine left to go. Think about that one for a minute: on all my travels this summer I will have seen four foreign countries and more than half of the United States.
I don’t know about you. But that impresses the hell out of me.
Tomorrow, the City of Angels and a date with the Dodgers at Chavez Ravine.
Go Phillies!