March certainly came in like a lamb for us at Rio Grande Village. We did a few chores around the campsite first. I pulled the front tire off my bike, turned it inside out, and searched it for thorns. I quickly found two – that would account for the flat tire I guess. Then the tube was dunked in a bucket of water to locate the leaks, and they were quickly patched. Meanwhile, Cathy took some orange paint and some little brushes and filled in the missing color from our “Avion” badges front and rear. They look great now, just like it's 1977 all over again, but without the awful clothes. Work done, we loaded up and headed the couple of road miles over to the Boquillas crossing point. It's an interesting point of entry, as
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