The Adventure begins when you enter the unknown

There is a line that runs parallel to the Mexican border. This is the
line between persistence and stubbornness partnered with idiocy. As we
continued to meet defeat in attempting to properly get South of border
we began to see that line materialize.

Before we left we had been warned countless times of the many perils
in Mexico currently. Living adjacent to the border we were able to
confirm the realities of the threats we faced. The last US agent we
talked to as we made our previous attempt to cross asked us with all
seriousness what could ever possibly provoke or make us go to Mexico.
He told us just down the river floated 3 bodies, one being headless,
and about a recent American jet skier who was shot and left in the
water. We have heard stories like this far too much.

We regrouped last night and tried to make a plan about how to get our
stuff across. This was going to be entirely too complex and might be a
few more days before we could start. We had already spent an extra
$1,300 trying to import the bus, but we were all starting to realize
the hard truth. We had to cut our losses. We had to bag the idea of
driving to Mexico and beyond. This was an extremely hard decision, but
we could not cross the line to idiocy.

We charged into the import office and thought we had no chance of
getting any refund. We demanded at least $500 back. By some miracle we
walked out of their office with $1,200!

By Crystals suggestion, we dropped her off at her Aunts house in El
Paso and bade our new friends goodbye.

We head West...