Three checkpoints, seven hours south of Tecate
Photograph by Matthew Suárez I spotted a tire mounted on a pole with white letters that read “Punta Final.” It opened to a dirt road that stretched for more than ten miles until it reached the Sea of Cortez. We arrived at Punta Final Saturday at dawn after an arduous seven-hour trip. We left Tecate before midnight after packing the green Durango with camping gear and a shit ton of beer. The driver, a 22-year-old named Gerardo, kept himself awake with a baggie of cocaine he snorted during a bathroom pitstop at a gas station somewhere in San Felipe. In the backseat were Elmira (Gerardo’s...
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