Tonight I accidentally drove to Mexico while listening to Blues music.
I got out of bed just in time to make it across town for a 2 o'clock movie, which put me in a weird mood. While I was avoiding the drive home, I saw a mountain that need climbing, so I did. Mostly in my car, but there was some hiking too. While I was up there, just me and the mountain winds, I could hear a drill team practicing nearby. Ironically enough, it was a very grounding experience.
So I ended up driving around watching the eventide, and hardly noticed that I was on a long stretch of road heading out of town. I knew I needed to make two lefts in order to get back home without turning around, but all I was able to do was drive through some open-range ranchland, and then straight on to Mexico. I got stopped by border patrol when I turned around, and had to feign confidence in my story that I was just curious what it would be like to drive to the border.
