Even though you clearly saw the title of this post, I thank you for tuning in anyway.  But the title isn't a stupid reverse-psychology trick;  I really don't have much to report.  The day was notable only for the gray skies, which seemed appropriate for the last day of a bike trip.  Oh yeah, there was also the 43-degree air temperature at the start.  I did half-heartedly stop for a few photos though.

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Kelly IniguezWith a good shoulder! Can't forget to appreciate that.
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Aside from stopping for those pictures, taking a couple minutes for a swig of water and a mouthful of almonds at the Pend Oreille County Park, and one 10-minute break to stretch my legs and take a pee and shed a couple layers of clothing, I pretty much raced to the finish.

I had many thoughts going through my head.  One of those thoughts was about Tom and Savannah, the "Walk the World" duo I wrote about yesterday.  Did I seem a little star struck?  If so, that's because I WAS star struck.  I still haven't had time to read much on Tom's website, but I hope to do so in the next couple of days.

The other thing going through my head was the reunion with The Feeshko and Diggity.  With that image, I had renewed energy to pedal even harder than usual.  Finally, I got to the base of the hill leading up to where they were.  I made it in record time.  (I don't know if there is an OFFICIAL Newport to Spokane record time, but I probably beat it.)

That's the point where I wondered who would be more excited to see me, my wife or my dog.  I planned a little video of me walking in the door to see who loved me more.  Here it is.

In fairness to The Feeshko, she wasn't home at the time.  And in fairness to me, I think the only reason Diggity ran to my bike is that he smelled the beef jerky in the pannier.  In the end, though, he came back to me.

So that's the end of my bike tour.  I know it was kind of short, but I enjoyed it immensely.  I'll post my usual Grand Sweeping Conclusion sometime in the next couple of days.