This past week I wandered off Route 86 onto the only paved road (not in a city/town) that leads to the Salton Sea – just past the Border Control station. That morning I hiked eight miles to and from the water; I spent the rest of the time photographing what little remains (without going off-road — a sedan does not cut the grade for driving in the desert; and on top of that, there *may* be unexploded ordinances in the area!) of the old World War II Naval Test Site. This was operated by Sandia Base (later Sandia Laboratory) as a site for test-dropping dummy and live bombs; Sandia called this site The Salton Sea Test Bed.
As I headed back toward the “86” I noticed a Border Patrol truck parked at the edge of a date-palm field. Moments later, it seemed I was being followed; it took about three or four minutes before I was pulled aside. The officer asked me what I was doing down the road. Had I slept there overnight? How long had I been there? I was never asked to open my trunk (thus my smuggled Mexicans and meth remained undetected), my car was not searched, nor was my driver’s license asked for. He did request that I return to my car, however, because i had stepped out (foolish me). Once he’d convinced himself that I was not a risk to anyone or to myself, I had a chance to ask him a few questions. It turns out that this is a common area for illegal entry into the United States from Mexico. Below are two articles I dug up on that topic (most of my findings had to do with people being stopped at this Border Patrol point – not after or before it…) :
And here are more photographs from the Naval Test Site:
Like it! Quite an adventure!
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thanks! i have to admit that it was not so much of an adventure but a disappointment in our law enforcement and the idea that i am probably profiled like everyone else. perhaps the scanners are x-rays and can see into the trunk of the car when i pass border crossing – i do not know. if it cannot i am always waived/waved through as if i could be of no interest to them (and fortunately i truly am not a threat of any kind). perhaps he did some homework in the truck during those minutes of following me. who knows what the government knows and does not know about me… but! if there were not possible unexploded ordinances i would have loved to have hiked another day to find the couple of bunkers that exist, still….
Very interesting point of view Tamar, thank you for sharing.
you are very welcome, lison. i hope all is well. —
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it was a *tiny* adventure. and i do mean tiny. not like our mum!