Miles 2634.4 – 2652.6 >>> 18.2 (29.3 km)
We were up early and had packed up and were on the trail by 7:30 am. It was strange taking the first few steps, knowing that we’d reach the border today. A lot of emotions coursed through me and I really didn’t know what I was feeling. It was sort of exciting to be this close to the end, but there was also this impending gloom … that I was this close to the end.
Soon we came to last “major” PUD (“pointless up and down”) of the trail. A large ravine that we had to cross. It was about one and a half miles (2.4 km) down to Hauser Creek Road, and another one and a half miles back up again.
Near the top of the other side, we found evidence that we were close to Mexico. The sign says:
¡Cuidado! – No exponga su vida a los elementos – ¡No vale la pena!
Google translate tells me that it says: “Attention! – Don’t expose yourself to the elements – It’s not worth it!”
I wonder how many read it and didn’t care anyway.
At around eleven, I’d seemingly reached the end of the hills and everything beyond was lying lower. It seemed like the end of the US was etched into the countryside.
at a quarter to one I’d reached the train tracks and the sign saying that it’s a mere three miles (4.8 km) to go. I didn’t like that sign at all. The trail was almost over.
I reached highway 94 at one o’clock and waited for Trouble to catch up to me.When she arrived we decided to go to the Campo Green Store first, to get some refreshments and a celebratory drink for when we’d reach the monument.
Then it was time for the last mile and a bit.
Soon after we came across the fabled “Mile 1” marker (1.6 km).
Soon we could see the southern terminus for the first time.
As we were coming closer, I pulled out my camera and shot a video of the last few steps. We decided to touch off together and did it at pretty much exactly at 2:58 pm.
We signed the trail register, with our usual “Team Badass” and were happy to note that Patch had made it a day earlier.
After that we had a beer and took some silly pictures.
A border patrol vehicle came up to us and the two gentlemen checked what we were doing. They were really nice and let me pose in front of their vehicle. They would’t let me take a picture with them, but I can totally understand that. Social media could be horrible for these guys.
The Border Patrol guys disappeared soon after and a couple of Black Hawk helicopters flew over us, patrolling the border.
We considered where we’d spend the night. As far as we knew there was no accommodation to be had in Campo, so we settled on one last night in the tent.
We found a spot in the bushes, next to Forest Gate Road, about 0.9 miles (1.4 km) from the border, and got to bed early. We’d organised with a trail angel from San Diego to pick us up in the morning.