On Crossing the Border

To get from San Felipe, Baja back into the States, one has to cross the border at Mexicali, Baja/Calexico, CA. Knowing it would be a bit of a problem we scheduled ourselves to arrive at what we thought would be a slow time -- about 2:30 p.m. on a mid-week day.





Boy, were we wrong! You can see in this first picture that the lines were long, and in the second you can see that it was just about dark, right around 5 p.m. when we got to the border crossing itself.

What you see in the third picture is what the "border security" patrol was most interested in -- not one single question were we asked about guns or bombs or whatever -- not even any about liquor -- but these apples, clearly labeled as from the state of Washington, and some eggs in our refrigerator -- you'd have thought we were Al Capone and wife!! The guard confiscated those apples and eggs, smiled and waved us on . . .

For this we're spending two and a half hours in line, paying billions for "border security" and walking around scared silly . . .