South of the Border (Drive Day 12 minus 14 years)
None of the officials taking our money, stamping our carnet or scanning our passports asks to see Wipeout’s painstakingly Photoshopped canine visa. It probably helps that she’s sound asleep on the back seat. And Gary’s calm “nope, just a camper, nothing to declare” satisfies official interest in the Avion.
There’s no way we’re boondocking on the side of the road in 110-degree desert, so we push on for 13 hours to a campground in the beach town of San Carlos. The gin is warm and the tonic flat but no cocktail has ever tasted better.
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