Not a sign in sight to point me the way to the border. I decide to ask a pedestrian; ‘How do I get to Mexico?’….
With sunglasses on my nose, a tanktop on and a clear blue sky above me I’m looking out over the white mountains of the Sierra…
2016 In 2016 I took a turn. An unsigned turn without a street name, an unpaved road not to be found on any map or…
I have to admit that over the last few months ‘crossing the United States‘ started to seem more like a necessity then a pleasure to…
