Day 6: To Phoenix

Good Morning, Texas.

We woke up at about 8 am and packed up the tent and our gear. We had about a 9 hour drive ahead of us so we wanted to get on the road as soon as possible. We soaked in the beautiful surroundings for a bit longer and then hit the road. About 10 minutes into the trip, we realized we were driving through a legit salt flat. We had never seen these in real life, only in movies. We had to pull over.
Then we had to drive fast on it.
Anyways, there is not that much between the mountains we camped at and Phoenix. EXCEPT THE BORDER! Neither one of us had ever been to the border before and so we thought it would be funny to do a handstand in front of it. We followed the first sign we saw for Juarez.
So as it turns out, you can't just drive up to the fence on the border. If you decide to take the exit we took, you will end up here:
"Uh, dude we don't have our passports." "Uh-oh".

So we got really lucky and got to make a very difficult, last second u-turn through a warzone style barricade. It was intense, scary, and we both thought we would not be able to get back into the USA.

We continued driving and we finally reached Arizona!
"Arizona Welcomes You"...well, not all of you.

After hours of driving we made it to Phoenix. We had a few hours to kill until Matty got out of class, so we stopped into a skate shop. We told them about our road trip and asked for cool places to skate. They blessed our ears with the most fun skate spot of my life. It is the Cactus Ditch, a HUGE drainage ditch a few miles out of the city. Needless to say we went. It wasn't 100% legal, so we did not spend a lot of time taking pictures.
Dropping in was awesome.
But then Rob had to fall and hurt himself.
We ended up leaving with only one of us injured for once. I called it a successful trip. We headed to Matty's apartment for a night of relaxation, Indian food, and movies. Unfortunately, there were no handstands this day. But the next day was the Grand Canyon, so who knows what could happen...