We've finally reached the ocean and our second to last day of cycling; now we just turn east 50 miles to John O' Groats for a victory lap of sorts. The trip is winding down, and it's sad, but the second to last day had some nice surprises for us, including church ladies waiting with finger sandwiches, hot showers at a rec center with a pool and a hot tub, a fun ceremony where we gave each other prizes, and a trip down to the beach at night to watch jellyfish (!) in the cold Atlantic waters. Every time I do one of these trips I am reminded that this is where my heart is, and likely always will be. I could say more but I'll leave it at that.
