The Border Country
“Setting route to Campo,” declared the voice on my brother’s smartphone as we inched our way through early morning traffic in downtown San Diego. That stiff, robotic declaration made it clearer than anything else thus far: I was headed to the small town of Campo. I was on my way to the US/Mexico border. After all of the planning and dreaming, I was finally beginning my thru-hike of the Pacific Crest Trail - an unbroken walk from Mexico to Canada over the course of one season.