I cleaned up camp, clipped the belt buckle on my pack, and started towards the road this morning. I soon noticed four eyes crouched behind a bush. I moved closer, and like jack rabbits two dark complexioned teenage boys in jeans and black t-shirts ran north over a nearby sand dune. For a native from Chicago, the moment was as exciting as a Fall black bear sighting in the Appalachians. I pictured the boys sitting anxiously behind the next bush feeling certain our encounter meant their demise. I guess I understand the economic problem of illegal immigration. However, then and there I wanted autographs and a picture. It seemed the two had run across a moderately secure international border, under a desert full moon, without backpacks. I was impressed. I nearly doubled back to share water and exchange notes. I saw a USBP agent less than a mile away. I waived and said only, "Good morning." Walkers don't expose other walkers' hiding spots.
I spoke at the El Centro Rotary club, thanks to Haydee, Bobby and Jeff. Jennifer, a Rotarian, stood up after I was finished and said, "I am donating $20 to the Pat Tillman Foundation. Who else would like to donate?". Jennifer walked around the room and gathered $500. Thank you Jennifer and the El Centro Rotary club!
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