Oliver......

Where we are right now is a town called Oliver, about 20 minutes from the US border. Its desert, so dry, dusty and windy. Its one of those towns you see in the movies, one street leading to somewhere else. There are a few bars and some places to eat but the overall feeling I get is that everyone has left town as we got here.

The most noticeable occurrence is the daily trains of Harley Davidson mounted bearded scary people in black heading for the border. We counted one group of over 60 bikes plus a constant stream of smaller groups. The suggestion is they head to Mexico for the winter. So glad I left my Lambretta at home.