25 days, one dangerous eye infection, one fucked knee, ten days in and one rider down, 15 more days, relentless rain, 38 degree heat, one endless mountain range that became an unending desert, another fucked knee, two mental breakdowns, 3 hours of snatched sleep a night for a week later, a sorry whimpering excuse for a human being crawls to the Mexican border fence at Antelope Wells, extends a skeletal finger and grabs ahold of it, drops to his knees and passes out in a cardiac-arrested heap of stinking crap on the desert floor.

Perhaps not that dramatic.

I cracked a not so ice-cold Bud took a sip and passed out.

Felt good though.