Well, the boy's doing fine.

We just got off the phone with out world traveling son, Noah. He's in Pacifica, California after a trip south to San Diego with a side trip into Tijuana. He's hanging out with new friends and job shopping on Craigslist.org for day labor. He's thinking he is pretty flush because he made 100 bucks for an afternoon's work rearranging some folks garage and attic.

He had an adventure during his short time south of the border when he had a little run in with the local policia. He had stopped to let the Tracker cool down and was ogling some little Chevy that is apparently only available in Mexico. But the car's owner took offense, thought maybe he was trying to steal it and called in the constabulary. He tried to explain but that wasn't working so he got a ride in the back of a pickup, in handcuffs, wwith the lights and sirens blaring. At the police station, the cops shook him down, took his last (visible) 12 bucks, his tent and probably some of his tools. Eventually the cops figured they had collected enough graft from the boy and turned him loose so he could get back into America and face further questioning from our Border Patrol folks.

He seems to be having exactly the time he wanted to have and went looking for, so he sounds happy. He's going to meet us in Oregon on Thursday so I suppose I'll be re-supplying the boy with a new tent so he's not completely homeless later on.