Somewhere Over Mexico

Our flight down, San Diego to Phoenix to Puerto Vallarta, was uneventful (the best kind of flight). This open pit mine was just south of the border along the highway we had driven a little over two years ago. That fateful trip north set in motion our purchase of the place back in the United States we now call home. We had no idea of the changes that would be precipitated by an innocent decision to take a road trip.