Monday, June 8, 2015
Today, I heard from Chuck in the morning as he crossed into Mexico at Mexicali. I haven't hear from him since. He is making his way down Mexico Highway 5, headed for La Paz, where I am supposed to meet him on Thursday evening. I know that he is not calling because there is probably no cell reception in that part of Baja California. Still, I will be relieved when he can contact me again. I try not to think of him in the dark on the side of a desert highway, struggling to change a broken wheel bearing. Instead, I imagine him peacefully sleeping in some seaside campsite, snoring away on his futon in the back of the van. I imagine him eating is fill of ceviche and drinking a couple of beers while trying to make conversation with some local guy in San Felipe. If I did not have a doubt in my mind, this would not be an adventure.