San Diago
Here we are in beautiful San Diego.
We’re camped at the cheapest campground we could find.
There’s a lot of yelling at night, but it’s 15 minutes from downtown, Mexico and the beach.
California… California… Here we cooooome
We’re headed to the golden state for the Red Bull Air Race.
How sweet is that?
Wind 2, Pauquettes 0
The wind has driven us from another campsite.
This one was worse. We were camping on the beach at Elephant Butte State Park.
Not only did our tent stakes do diddly squat in the beach sand, but there wasn’t a large rock to be found.
Pinholes
The wind was crazy at night in Alamogordo.
Our tent was sitting right at the base of the Sacramento Mountains. The wind would come whipping down the corridor at about 1 a.m. each night, and beat the tent around until 6 a.m.
To top it off, we couldn’t stake the tent. The ground was an inch of dust and gravel on top of solid rock.
Cooking Again and The Nasty Banana
We didn’t paid for a meal, except by choice, for three weeks.
Isn’t that unbelievable?
The Kinley Story
When we arrived in El Paso three days later, I had an unquenchable urge to find a coffee shop so that we could figure out what to do next.
The first coffee shop we found was near the University of Texas at El Paso, enter Kinley.
The Mesa Inn
We’ve found a really nice place to stay here in El Paso.
$153 for a week? I’ll take it.
Sure, it lacks some of your finer amenities like jacuzzi tubs and smoke detectors. But I’m not here for luxury, I just need a place to sleep.
Why are we in El Paso?
Against all better judgment we headed to El Paso, Texas.
Coincidence? I think not.