One year and three days later, we found the end of the world. Our final day was everything you\'d hope for in pedaling to the gateway to Antarctica at the winter solstice. We started in the dark in a blizzard and ended in the dark in a blizzard, with many slow miles of snow-covered roads in between. There was little fanfare when we crossed into Ushuaia, but I did squeal with glee when I saw the first road sign that made it clear we were officially here. My shivers were suddenly replaced with the electric feeling of celebration. There\'s a lot to reflect on at the end of such a journey, but I already know one thing for certain. I just spent a year pedaling in search of adventure and beauty, and I couldn\'t be happier.