So we've come...to the end...of the road

Greetings from Border Friendship Monument and Park!  The two fences (which prevent access to the monument) make that name feel pretty Orwellian.  But politics aside, I've reached the end of the United States.  Pretty cool!  When I was debating staying in LA vs pushing for San Diego, Alicia said that I'd be happier if I made it to the border.  And, as always, she is correct.  

Not much at the border but the fence and a beach and some border patrol agents.  There is some sort of resort on the other side and I got to shake someone's hand through the fence and have a conversation in terrible Spanish.  That was kind of cool.  

It was 20 miles from downtown to the border, and as much as I hate backtracking, I had to ride all the way back to San Diego.  Dropped the bike off at a bike shop for boxing and shipping.  Currently grabbing a beer then taking a cab to the airport and flying home!   

So, this is Dave, signing off from San Diego!

https://youtu.be/zDKO6XYXioc