Sunday, July 25, 2010


Visited the border fence yesterday. It's called a fence, you can see through it like a fence, but it feels like a wall. A wall that ends for three miles of the parks length, thereby funneling all the traffic through the park. A ranger told me that the damage to the park and the trash is unbelievable.

But I did some restoration work down there and met some interns who are working for the BLM who called us fancy because we work for a different agency. I can't disagree with that. My agency is fannnncy...for an agency.

Also, overheard:
"It's too hot! I've only lived in Arizona for three years, I'm not used to the heat!"

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