I crested the last hill and started bombing the highway; icy cold air hitting my chest and filling my lungs, refreshing and invigorating my body after the long climb. In the distance, there it was. Distant blue-grey, silent and immovable. The Atlantic Ocean.
Up close, the ocean was loud and sun-filled, spray rising above snow-covered rock. We stripped our bikes and carried them to the water’s edge while an iceberg and a cargo ship drifted in the distance. This was it, the most eastern point in Canada, and it was deserted except for two young cyclists with a dream and a continent to cross.
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