A few stray thoughts from my first big hike in San Diego: it's hot! Like, sun beating down on me hot. Also, going into Mexico (and coming back) was suprisingly easy, which I somehow found comforting and encouraging after the environment of the last week. It's nice to remember that we can all get along. Going into Mexico is incredibly trivial: you literally walk, unobserved and unattended, through a one-way spinning gate. Coming back was a bit harder but not much; we just walked up, showed our passports, had them scanned, and entered. The only one in our group who got stopped for more than 30 seconds was the woman with only a green card and no passport (it's expired), and even she was only there for 2 or 3 minutes. So maybe there's hope after all.
