Bleary eyed and sleep deprived we tack south. Passing through the concrete slum of El Paso day turns to night and back to day until on the horizon the Chisos pierce the sky spilling thick shadows onto the desert. Pulling into an unsigned turnout we arrive at our launch spot.
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