Hampton Inn & Suites El Paso-Airport

This is definitely the worst campground we have stayed at. Next time we will remember and take our time to visit the shower-house before we pay. It was to dirty to use. The ground was covered with little pickers that stuck to my shoes, one even came through my shoe to poke me. Oh well, live and learn.<br>

... considered dangerous at night and dealys withe the bike build unfortunately meant it was night by the time I crossed. The drug cartels are at war and this erupts in public sometimes. Also robberies are common, but I felt safe enough. The military cruise around the streets hanging out the back of pickup trucks welding huge machine guns, and there are plenty of police around. <br><br>So after Nancy bought back some nice street food, flat soft tacos and freshly squeezed juice with pure ...

... is home to a couple of species of tiny shrimp that lie dormant and come to life after a rain. Even in this seemingly inhospitable area where the wind often blows at 60 mph for hours on end, we find God&#8217;s handiwork ever present. Wouldn&#8217;t you love to be here on a cold, clear winter morning when thousands upon thousands of those Sandhill Cranes, with their seven foot wingspans, ascend to the sky? What a sight to behold!<br><br ...

... to see urban life. We climbed mountains to their peaks and over high passes, into valleys, through jungles, across plains and fertile land and farms. We were on dirt, gravel, pavement and 4x4 tracks. Our days were long and hard. We were tired and many times exhausted when we arrived at our nights halt only to rise again the next morning to start again. Just when we thought we would break there came a rest day. But a rest day was no rest ...

... dust and blowing sand. The little rally set the right tone: short, heartfelt speeches and lots of good energy and spirit and chanting. Unexpectedly running into some of my undocumented friends and lots of NGO-staff friends was a nice personal bonus. The whole event uplifted me. Maybe it was my day after all. [Note that the photo thumbnails with titles that ...

... had let getting drunk interfere with our mission! We tried in vain for an hour asking every driver that stopped but were unlucky. We decided to find somewhere to sleep and try again in the morning as we did have a few days to go 400 miles. We were in luck as our friend let us crash in his spare bunk once again! In the morning we awoke at 10am just in time to unload our stuff from the back of the truck before our friend had to head on his way to Monterey. He ...

... and met a friendly trucker who looked, acted, and talked just like Jim Nabors. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, several border patrol vehicles with lights flashing went racing past us headed west. One car blocked the road, and people were running everywhere. We decided we should head out before things got too serious. We continued on the frontage road, and soon saw and heard two ambulances headed west on the interstate. We later ...

... rebels. He laughed. Of course by now I'm not too interested in the donkey shows or whatever it was that they used to have out at 'Boys Town,&#8217; a place I only heard about through the barkings of of taxi drivers and other assorted facilitators. I remember distinctly the smell of bad gasoline, though, or maybe it was the lead they put in it.