I recently stayed with a friend who lives just a few miles from the Mexican border — and from the start of the Pacific Crest Trail.
Since I was there anyway, I thought, what the heck? I might as well hike a bit of it.
I’d walked less than a quarter mile from the wall at the border — yes, there’s already a wall along much of the border — when Border Patrol stopped me.
“Out taking nature photography, Miss?” the man asked. “That your Toyota?”
The next time I went out, I returned to find Border Patrol parked behind me, inspecting my car.
The last time I was on the trail, at about nine miles from the border, I could see the highway for a brief section of my hike. I watched a white and green Border Patrol vehicle pass. Then another.
A monument for those who have died attempting to cross the US-Mexican border. Tijuana-San Diego border. (Photo: Wikimedia Commons)