This was the day we dipped our front wheels in the Pacific Ocean, which marked the end of our cross-country ride. Steve, our upbeat Warmshowers host, lives smack on the majestic Astoria waterfront in a loft building that used to be a linen factory. As we turned onto his street, our tires still sandy from our beachside celebration, he waved to us from his balcony. We awoke the next morning to the sound of ships passing by and some delicious blueberry waffles. As I was getting ready to take a shower, Steve, knowing that it had probably been a while since I last bathed, shouted from across the apartment: "I dare you to run out of water!"