End of the Trail

I arrived in Astoria one day early and I am waxed.
100 miles on a bicycle with a backpack full of gear is a long four days of ______________,
I can't think of the word.

No accidents, no injuries, and no tragedies to speak of, except, I just checked my camera and somehow, sometime today, while it was in my pocket, something must've bumped up against it pressing the delete all photos button.

So the memories are mine, and no photograph (especially one taken by my camera) could capture the majesty and beauty my eyes have seen. If you ever wanna come out to Oregon, I can be your guide (for a nominal fee).

See you then!