We finally outran the white dirt in a place called Phoenix, and I started to get pumped for a dry and white-dirt-free adventure. If we kept driving the direction we were going we would have ended up in Mexico. Mom didn’t have her Mexico-entry-book, so we had to make a decision whether to go right or left before we crashed into the Great Wall of Mexico. It was a hard decision because without castle-like mountains or rock formations that looked like they came from a dream, it was hard to tell the best trails from the boring ones. At the last minute, Mom decided not to go right toward Yuma and instead turned left toward Two-son and beyond it, the empty desert of New Mexico.
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