After choking down breakfast, we danced around like drunken monkeys until it was time to ride, and ride we did. Vant and I traded bikes for the first ten miles, and – no surprises – I was still way faster than him.
Around mile 25 I hit the coast. I walked on the white sands right up to the edge of the water with the Channel Islands shrouded in mist on the horizon. I watched the clear blue water break into white caps and roll up to my toes, and I smiled.
We rode into town and stopped at a beach on the main drag, and the entire crew ran and jumped in and sang to our hearts content.