At the end of our budget and with Rover getting sicker by the day, we finally decided to head home. En route, we could hardly contain our excitement. As usual, once Marty made up his mind, we were on a mission to get home as quickly as possible. We drove practically non-stop for nine days, and only stopped for the smell of burning oil. The ocean air, plus wear and tear finally played it's toll on Rover. Marty had to repeatedly repair oil hoses between Rover's radiator and engine.

We exited Mexico at Matamortis and went through the secondary inspection at Brownsville, Texas, just as expected. The federal agents asked us a few questions about our trip and the truck, poked around the back, peeked in our cooler and let us go. As soon as we crossed the border, we stopped at the local Circle K. We couldn't believe the variety of beer, so we loaded up on domestic beer in bottles. In celebration, we spent the night at the Red Roof Inn where we enjoyed a king size bed, free ice, air conditioning, warm water, a bath tub and extended cable.