Colin Flynn

 

Last Day

As I paddled away from Sandy Beach at the start of the summer I was fueled by the excitements of unknown territory ahead and the ambitions of a freshly graduated 22 year old. The half-year journey through the Inside Passage, down the west coast of the U.S. and down half of the Baja Pennisula gave me ample time absorb and process what may lay ahead. With a girlfriend waiting, family and friends hundreds of miles away and a long list of things I had yet to accomplish, the pull to leave the road behind was too strong and I decided that Guerro Negro in Baja Cailfornia Sur would be the final destination for my trip south.

Although I will never be able to answer all of my questions about the best ways to live, I feel that this journey has given me insight into quite a few. From hearing the out numbered voices of villagers stretched along the Alaska and British Columbia coast, the ideas of people spread among the busy streets of the U.S.’s west coast and the simple ways of living shown by some of the commnities in the desserts of Baja, I have been exposed to many diverse groups. One of the most remarkable things that I will take away from this journey is the common generocity shown by all of the people we encountered, regardless of their background. I cannot count how many amazing people took us in or helped us out throught the last seven months which started in Juneau and stretched all the way to Mexico; I am forever thankful.

I want to personally thank John McConnochie of Cycle Alaska, Doug Godkin and Nick Horscroft of Seward Kayaks, Becky Janes of Above and Beyond Alaska, all of our parents and the rest of our long list of supporters, for this trip could not have been possible without all of your support.