MeXscape

I got a disturbing call from a client in Texas the other day. I guess I should stay calls. The phone started to ring fairly early and just kept cycling between phones: home phone, cell phone, Vonage phone, repeat. We don't keep any phones in the bedroom, but all the windows were open, so I could hear all the ringing coming from Chuck's office directly above the bedroom. When I realized it wasn't going to stop – ever – I got up to find out who needed to talk to us so desperately.

New pictures are up here. Wait til you hear the story behind them.

We made it here. I will start posting again soon. Pictures too. Look out for back posting as I fill in from where I left off.

This is a story of the first day that Kalin, my 18 year old son, Snickers the wonder dog and I entered Mexico. We had started from the far north end of Idaho, visited friends in Mt Shasta and then departed for Mazatlan on June 15, 2006.

We finally made it out of the mountains and back onto fairly flat road. We rejoiced for about 5 minutes, then we were stopped at another road block. We weren't expecting this one. We slowed as we drove over the vibradores. There was a semi truck to our right. An agent crossed in front of us holding what looked like a very large motorized flame thrower. Huh? He revved it up. It began spewing a huge cloud of smoke. The agent fogged the entire semi trailer and axles with something acrid and choking. I immediately rolled up all the windows and turned off the A/C.