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.
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.
I had the opportunity to experience Squamish Festival in a bit of a different fashion this year.