We were greeted with a border patrol check point upon entering Anza-Borrego. These checkpoints rattle our Virginia nerves.  They begin with a dozen or so camera looking things, all snapping at Blanca.  Several, heavily armed men surround us, all on high alert.  With hands ready to draw, they interrogate us about where we are going, why, and where we came from, before finally waving us through.  Because we are not used to this protocol, we quite often answer, nervously, with a remark that surely gives away our small town upbringing, forcing the questioning officer to chuckle.  

 

 

Navigating under nightfall once again, we found a suitable spot to park for the night on Egg Hill.  We were once again greeted with an amazing view upon awakening. We have grown quite fond of the desert landscape.  We find the solitude and limitless view peaceful and welcoming, the energy calming and clear. The luxury of carrying around what we need takes away much of the harshness. 

 

In anticipation of the upcoming border crossing, I spent much of the morning taking care of some maintenance on Blanca, rotating the tires, and mounting our new jerry can.  Everything went smoothly, which confirmed my content with the tool selection we are carrying. 

Next up, we will head into San Diego, catch up with family, and button up our “Mexico to do list”.  We must say some trepidation is creeping in. For the last several years while planning, the overwhelming response of going to Mexico has been negative. Even so much as we are headed to certain death, if not by bandidos, then crooked federales…And if we are so lucky to survive them, the food and water will surely take us out!  These warnings are ringing in our ears, loud and clear.