We were woken up somewhere in Arizona in the wee hours by Border Patrol wanting to search the bus. We had to stumble out and stand on the asphalt, but after a while I sat down cross-legged. They tried to intimidate us with words and then the dog was taken through the bus to search. Bush, the elder, gave Border Patrol DEA rights to search, well, anything they want to. That was sometime in the Eighties, I think, the beginning of the war on drugs.
45 minutes later we were on our way and eventually some of us drifted off to sleep again.