Had some fun there in Amado Arizona, and also got some chores done the week I was there. Bought 90 days of insurance for both vehicles (nearly $500) from Lewis & Lewis online, went to Nogales, AZ and bought $2,000 pesos cash to have on hand during the trip and nearby, had an appointment to have Kwan the Kat’s rabies shot updated and got a certificate for it to show at the border if asked for (it wasn’t). Also did some last minute shopping at the local Walmart there in Nogales. And the biggie, contacting my Credit Union and getting it in writing via secure email that they understood I’d be traveling into Mexico all the way down to Mazatlan. If I go further the that, I’ll let them know. It has sometimes been a bit of a problem in the past.
In the Nogales area there are two border crossings. I’ve crossed at both in the past, the one downtown Nogales, and the Mariposa truck crossing. Both with a 36′ RV but this recent one with a car attached. The downtown one was easy, but you do have to drive in downtown type tight quarters for 2-3 miles after negotiating the difficult crossing area. But I made it without damage. Back then, (5 years ago), they had a dog sniff my RV and someone came aboard to look around. Easy.
But most RV’s cross at the Mariposa truck crossing and that’s what I did the day I headed into Mexico. It’s confusing now in year 2020 as you enter the crossing area as the US side has a big STOP sign that says, “Wait for Officer” and no officer ever shows up. You wait and wait and then all the cars behind you start beeping because they’re trying to get to work. And there was a different big sign that pointed to a ‘TRUCKS’ entrance but didn’t say a word about RVs or Buses, or any keyword I’d become use to seeing for big vehicles like mine. So I turned left without waiting for an officer. Very tight, nasty tight, crunch your RV tight first left, than a short distance from there, sharp right followed by another left. I slowly made my way through the route without damage tho. I should have turned right to the truck road, maybe it would have been wider. To late for that tho.
Eventually I made it. Negotiated around the sharp corners and tight lanes to get to a 2 lane road. Still no American official in sight. Off I went on the road and started picking up speed. And got flagged down by a Mexican who got me to stop a half mile down the road, walked up to my window, and pointed to the sign that indicated the route I should take to get to San Carlos. He was worried that I might take the wrong road into the Mexican city Nogales. He could tell from the earlier thing I did that I might need help and he wanted to make sure I kept left at the upcoming Y in the road. Very nice of him.

















At the end of the road is the parks dump station. This RV park doesn’t have sewer at each site, just this dump station. It is convenient, has water too, but usually I wouldn’t even use it, instead I’d drive to downtown Wendell the long way in order to warm up the engine and tranni. 
While I was here in town I went to a local tire store and bought 4 new tires for my car. When they finished I noticed there were 3 large weights on two of the wheels, that ain’t right, so I took it back the next day, the owner understood my concerns and watched the tech as he re-did the spin balancing on all four of them. Turned out he’d used the wrong wheel cone on the machine so they were all wonky. Dummy. That’s the 2nd time a tire shop has done that to my wheels. After that was fixed, I was ready to head south…but first…