Once we put them back together we took public transportation from the airport to within a few kilometers of the border crossing and rode the rest of the way home. 55 kilometers in total, the last 40 of which seemed like the longest due to a headwind. Oh well. Some 26 hours after waking up at Bea and Alex's outsude Münich and right as the sun was setting, we met up with Finnian at Boundary Bay for dinner and a pint.
Lots of good memories going through our heads, lots of good thoughts, too, about being home. Life is good.
Gear bomb.
Ready to roll.
Our home mountain, Mt. Baker.
