NARRATIVE BLOG #3,
When one thinks of San Diego area, we think of beautiful seashores and magnificent landscapes under mild climate. However, Border Field State Park is an interesting public park located in the far southwestern corner of the 48 contiguous states, in an undeveloped desert floodplain in San Diego. Although the park is within the city limits of San Diego, there are no buildings within two miles of the city or highways. To access the fence that divides the US and Mexico, vehicle access is limited but there are dirt walkways for a mile west to the beach and another 1/2 mile to the border between the United States and Mexico. In the park itself, there are several wild native and non native species sprout all over that share the space with helicopters from above and INS motored vehicles on the trails. In the distance on the US mountain hills, a government truck is positioned, giving its occupants a sweeping view of the park. Nevertheless, once one walked to the beach, one does not see anyone swimming, but visitors can enjoy sunbathing on the sand. The walk is nice and pleasant and may appropriate for people who like jogging and riding horses. Right at the border fence, two worlds collide. On the US side its deserted and quiet, but on the Mexican side, across the fence, lies a neighborhood of Tijuana, with houses, stores, neighborhood streets, and a large bull ring. In conclusion, this is the southwestern corner of the United States. If this pesky ocean had not been encountered, this beautiful fence could have been made even longer.
NARRATIVE BLOG #4,
My visit to Border Field State Park in San Diego provided me with a new life experience. I had always thought of San Diego as an area of clean seashores and compelling landscapes. My journey however commenced at a dirt parking lot located in the surroundings of the Tijuana River. As I started wandering off an upcoming asphalt paved trail, I noticed I was facing east and that this path was directing me towards the ocean, which made me expectant of the ocean breeze. As I walked further in the park I saw a diverse mix of vegetation formed of tumble weeds, native willows, ice plant, and other voluntary species growing in the human deserted surroundings. The space looked a nature park designed for riding horses and hiking adventurers. In the middle of my walk I looked up because I heard helicopters monitoring the area. I also figured there were various U.S. Border Patrol vehicles positioned on top of the eastern gentle hills behind myself protecting the border area. However, as I arrived on the beach I noticed it was very pleasant to be being sunbathed. As I started walking south on the sand I looked down at multiple brownish sea algaes dragged inland by the waves. Last, I continued my walk towards the border fence where two worlds collide. Once I arrived there I observed that the U.S. side was quiet but that on the Mexican side, across the fence, lied a neighborhood full of colorful houses that appeared occupied. Some observers from the other side waved at me with a smile on their faces and I replied back. The fence itself was made out of thick rusty iron and continued to stretch inland towards the immense endless ocean for about sixty feet. I spent about twenty minutes exploring the surroundings and the fence structure itself, and my last thought before my returning was that if this pesky ocean had not been encountered, this fence could have been made even longer.