Bike trip is over. It ended up being about 830 miles and my body feels great but I got my heart broken. I met someone on the way, a girl named Leah. She was biking from Canada to Mexico, alot of the way alone. She's adventurous, and smart, and beautiful, and everything I could ever want in a women, except that she lives in Florida. We shared a month together, fell in love, went to Tijuana and life was good. But now she's gone, and I'm so incredibly depressed. I'll talk about the trip later; write it all down before I forget. But for now all I can think about is Leah.