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Two Tuesdays ago, I left Eugene, Oregon, solo for a rendezvous in Redding, California, with some of our caravan chums headed to Baja for the winter.
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Our ExpeditionVehicle looks nothing like a factory RecreateVehicle of any flavor.
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Heading south:
The bug-shack is about four miles south of the border.
One lane was lit 'green', so I rolled up to the 'STOP' sign at the kiosk.
The youngster, bored out of his gourd, lackidasically waved me through as though I was an imposition on his valuable time.
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I stopped anyway.
With a smile, I mentioned (slight exaggeration) "Headed to Baja!
What are you doing after you retire?"
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His weary response:
* "Drivers waiting, clear the lane..."
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Of course, your experience may be far richer than my meager moment.
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Heading north:
I noticed several vehicles stopped just north of the 'Welcome To Oregon!' sign.
I swear I saw a few folks kissing the ground.
I was tempted to join them...
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