Day 63 MEXICO!!

I met up with another rider that I met in Pie Town. Bruce had taken the gravel that I didn't want to take because of potential mud. He said the road was fine, no mud, but he did have to go around some road closed signs because part of the road was washed out. So Bruce and I headed down to Antelope Wells together. It felt a little like the final stage of the Tour de France only I wasn't riding The Champs-Elysees and seeing the Arc de Triomphe. I was riding down to the Mexico border where 4 out of 5 cars were Border Patrol. As a side note I never felt unsafe. There were several people that I ran into on my trip that told me that Mexico was the devil and I was putting myself in danger. I felt no such thing. It was just another ride.

When Bruce and I got to the border the border patrol were really nice and chatted with us and gave us some Schwans pop's. We got our passports stamped and rode a couple hundred feet into Mexico. There were even some kids that came running out of their house to see us. That was kinda fun. Instead of riding back we caught a ride with a lady that was dropping off her relative to go back to Mexico. She was super nice and got me refreshed on my Spanish. The weather really wasn't too bad. It was in the high 80's low 90's when we were coming back.