Day 15: Victory.

Our final day of the Coast to Coast hike (whoever called it a "walk" should be shot) boasted a review of all the different terrains we had previously crossed.

There were the tiny, windy, stone streets as we headed out of Grosmont.

Followed by a steep, knee-searing climb that returned us to fields and sheep. (After two miles in the wrong direction. See, we even revisited the "getting lost" parts of the trip.)

There was the afternoon glow of Katie's tea break.

Followed by a very muddy trek through the woods.

Again with the Moors. Complete with bogs that almost sucked up Mom's walking sticks. And shoes. And knees. The bogs in this area also had a lovely metallic sheen. Our shoes took on so much water in this stretch that they shot water a foot out of their "breathable sides" every time we took a step for the next three miles. Beks got really good at nailing Katie in the knees.

HOWEVER, after eighteen miles [that day (208 miles in total)], we made it to the North Sea!

Which, for the record, is ridiculously gorgeous.

And was also rather shrouded in mist. This, however, is our first view of Robin Hood's Bay.

She made us hike an extra half mile, in the rain, to put her toes in the "sandy" part of the North Sea. The easily accessible boat ramp to the water did not count.

VIC-TOR-Y!

They were all shiny and new when we dipped them in the Irish Sea fifteen days ago. They are now in a rubbish bin somewhere as they had been baptized in so many different bogs that they had become an incubator for the sorts of mysterious things that cause appendages to spontaneously fall off.

What a journey.