Driving Boise-LasVegas-SanDiego

The truck drives like a 30’ motorhome. Between the 20 gallons of fuel/water on the roof, and the 15 gal barrel of water in the bed, the truck won’t stay in overdrive already, and that’s without the boat…. I’m starting to wonder if I should have paid more attention to the total weight of the situation. In spite of a brief snowstorm in Ely, I got to Las Vegas by 5p.

Steve and David are midst a full boat trailer light/wiring replacement, with stuff laying all around the parking lot. I start unpacking to integrate Steve’s equipment and it looks like we’ll never get it all back together in one piece.
By noon on Saturday, we gas up and head over the hills to San Diego, arriving at Matt and Sally’s (my sister) house by 6p. She takes us on a frenetic grocery shopping trip to Trader Joes and Von’s to load up on bags of various food items that hopefully remain edible after weeks in the Baja sun. By 8a Sunday morning we cross the border, fill out Tourist Cards, exchange for Pesos and head for El Rosario via Mex1.