Yesterday was Brawley.

Our first big day of 70 miles was hard work. The heat was an unseasonably high mid 90s and dry so you'd dry up aft 5 miles if you didn't drink like a thirsty Viking. We dropped 1200m to 40m below sea level, just on the south side of the Saltern Sea. Showers were at a local school about a mile away which was odd (not that odd, the kids had gone home). And we stayed at a local rodeo. Frankly I was knackered, however as the youngest tourist I'm unable to show any sign of weakness. I'll have to put something in the old buggers coffee to slow them down.

The other interesting spot was the large fence that is the Mexican border. (Pic below) I had my passport checked but only after the border guards asked if anyone "wasn't from the US". Maybe the Mexicans haven't thought of that approach?