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Annie grabbed her smartphone (Computer Age girl) and I grabbed my stick (Middle-Aged girl), and we set out for a walk.
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Finally, I understand the backpacks (thanks, Lucy). Coyotes sell these "survival packs" (bottles of electrolyte solution, cans of food, a dollar-store can opener) on the other side of the border. They get hopeful immigrants to the US side, point toward a city 60 miles away, and buena suerte.
A couple of miles down the "road" a pair of big dogs headed after us and chased us, with intent, for a mile. We were not on foot.