Still in San Diego

Today we got to Mexico!!!!! Or the border. The day got off to a slow start as I watched youtube conspiracy theorists on the topic of the American government being competent only in so far as it is corrupt (I am not a tough sell on this one, for pretty much any govt - thank you law profession). While this could be seen as added motivation to get to Mexico, in reality it only meant that we didn't leave until almost 11:00 am. Both of us under the impression that it would be a 35-ish m ride. Should take us two hours.

We got back at 8:00 pm (9 hrs!!!). Turns out it was more like 55 miles, setting our average speed at a blistering 6 mph. We dallied through pedestrian packed bike paths ('don't these people have jobs!')  stopped to watch surfing (we actually watched surfers watching waves, but so it goes). Stopped for an hour long lunch at the best rib place ever (Phil's??). Then sat on a ferry, where upon disembarking, we got real ice cream.  Which we sat around and ate. 

Its past four at this point and we decide we should just get to the border, which should be right around the corner. IT WAS NOT. First there was a (practically) endless bike path for 10 miles. Then we took this right turn, and suddenly, instead of cars, buses, and general urban sprawl of the last 100 miles or so, there was a cowboy cantering down the road on his horse. (while it took a while, we did eventually pass him). There were sprawling ranches, grassy fields, horses everywhere.   Not what I was expecting from the mexican border based on Babel.  It was great! A few more miles later and we were back, surrounded by cement. Got close enough to practically cross the border. Then caught the train back to Michael's place.

You know. I love my bike. But sometimes, I can love a train too.