Mexico Plan B…

 Third Time’s the Charm!

 
Sorry Base Camp, you’re gonna need to sit this one out…

After drowning our sorrows in guacamole at a Mexican takeout joint on the US/Texas side of the border, we hatched Plan B.
Leaving our beloved, overweight-by-Mexican-standards Base Camp in Big Bend National Park, we would ford the Rio Grande, and make our way on foot, or by burro to the small village of Boquillas.








Location: Big Bend National Park, Big Bend National Park, TX, USA

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