A couple uncomfortable hours later, and one wrong seat altercation, our bus unloaded us at the border at nearly 9PM.
We picked up a bike box so I could ship my bike to El Salvador and then picked up miss Maggie at the airport.
Crossing the border was like a dream: a bad dream.
The ocean was calling. It had been close to 6 weeks since I left the Pacific Ocean in Vancouver, and I needed to get back to the water.
I’m not going to lie, I was a little scared driving south from the Copper Canyon.
Austin is a music hub; every year I read about SXSW and Austin City Limits, and wish I could get down there for a festival.