It’s funny how those major milestones can get lost when you are smack dab in the middle of them…
Yesterday I was simply so plum thrilled to get off my bike for a day that I failed to recognize the significance of getting here – to Chetumal, to the border with Belize. As I lay in bed last night trying to fall asleep, I realized it –
WE’VE NOW CROSSED A WHOLE CONTINENT!!!! YAHOO!!! YIPPEE SKIPPY!!!
It’s strange to think we’ve pedaled the entire length of North America from the tippy top to the blazing bottom. We’ve pedaled all 12,000 km of the continent, we’ve spent about 200 nights sleeping in our tent by the side of the road, and have consumed more granola bars than I can count. But we did it! We made it to Chetumal!!