Today was a day that I live for as both a cyclist and a fan of adventure. It was a day of impressive numbers. I climbed 5,600 feet and biked about 100 miles through the rain over several mountain passes. It was only fitting that the penultimate day would have the most feared pass on the East Coast because my second day on the West Coast had the worst pass in that region of the country. Today’s main event was the Kacamagus Pass with a large unnamed pass leading up to it. It was just like day two of my trip, Washington pass with a smaller and less well known pass right before it. Oh, and this gets even better. Months ago, my Dad’s chain fell off coming down Washington Pass and today the same thing happened coming down Kacamagus Pass. I thought that was kind of freaky. I’m so glad that my Dad joined me for the first few and last few days of this adventure but I’m sure he wishes his chains stayed put on those crazy passes. I had a lot fun heading through the mountains for the last time and I will definitely miss the climbs and views. I pedaled through three different states today and once I got to Maine we were saved by the kindness of the motel owner. She lent us her car so we could make the mile and half drive into town for dinner. This trip has opened my eyes and given me so much hope in our beautiful nation.