Drawing close to the Rio Grande, we were stopped by the border patrol, where we were directed through a mandatory checkpoint. Looking through our truck, with just Knuckles and I, we were finally cleared by the agents. We hadn't seen one illegal, or much of anything else, all after riding nearly ten hours across Texas's dry, southern plain.
After - pulled over for a cigarette, a stretch - and the last of Knuckle's bottled water.
Returned back into town late, looking to stay the night, but the camping area looked rough - and the Oasis's, lone 'camping tepee', just seemed to cold when the ambient temperature started to drop below 40 degrees.
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