The border to 2 miles north of the first water cache.
We took some sweet pictures.
Met a Mexican border patrol agent named Alejandro.
Got him to give us a ride to a store in Mexico at the Mennonite farm.
Asked him to give us a ride back to the border.
Hiked a bunch of miles....
Pretty much sums it up.
Mexican Mennonites only speak Spanish and German and are pretty much dicks. They don't sell beer, just cigarettes and their store is about what you would expect it to be 100 miles from the closest town. It’s also on the other side of the border. Jeff is awesome and our trip with Mexican border patrol pretty much made his year. The class of 2016 will most like hear the story.
The trail, the reason we are here. I started with Joe and Atlas was on a bright cloudless day under a vast expanse of endless blue skies. We had a mild day of 13.7 miles to make it to the first water cache. We all carried too much or just enough water except for Atlas, he left his extra jug in Alejandro’s Jeep Wrangler. It was rough, rocky and hot but full of amazing sights and animals. We even had a close encounter with a rattle snake, the perfect opportunity to take an up close photo. Bees attacked our water supply and pretty much ruined our dinner at the water cache. That and red heet, It makes black smoke when it burns and is not ideal for use in an alcohol stove. After dinner we hiked a couple miles, bushwhacked a bit and finally found a crappy place to camp. Joe pointed out that at least we were not on some of the huge rocks that we spend the last couple of hours hiking through.