
Our 9 AM departure was timely – a beautiful post rain day to drive out. The farewell gathering at Wyton was touching – no tears were shed. A quick visit to mom in Palos Verdes included a love

ly lunch; rock cookies galore; and a God’s Speed send off with a ritual passage under the Koran. Never take the 905 Otay Mesa border crossing because all services sent one back to the I-5 border. crossing. The simple Vehicle Permit took nearly 2 hours of confusion to secure.
Thus.. the Escape from TJ: The drive was pleasant, but uneventful. Lots of road con

struction Mexican style. When it got dark, we looked to settle in. The offering in San Tomas was way too meager. Onward to San Vicente: Found a restaurant and got advice on the best motel in town from a Mexican/Canadian snowbird. Las Palmas Motel is not decadent in a race with sparttan. Early to bed and early to rise. The Duck says “Please don’t let me be buried here.”

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