I might as well get the frustrating item out if the way first. "What frustration?" you may ask? Well, we have been unable to download photos into this blog. We have sought help from others, but no success. Frankly, when you're as busy as we have been the last four days, solving this problem is no longer a priority. So it's written updates only. Monday's tire dipping in White Rock was a thrill. Approximately 100 supporters cheering us on as we carried our bikes across kelp and tidal pools until we finally reached the actual ocean. That's what happens when you're dealing with low tide. Dad was there, one day before his 93rd birthday, as well as family members on both sides. It was a powerful moment when we said the Lord's Prayer together at the actual white rock after which this seaside town is named. In fact, we routinely say the Lord's Prayer together at the closing of each morning's prayer, and the sound of Jesus' prayer on the lip...