The Continental Divide
The wind up here sounds just like the ocean. Seven days ago I stood in the Pacific, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. I spread my father’s ashes in the water, said goodbye to my wife and began riding. One week and nearly 1,100 miles later, we crossed the Continental Divide and put the mountains of the west behind us. And we will keep going until we hear the sound of the ocean again.