Needless to say it has been quite a while since updating this blog. And rightly so. For while I am still out there on the border regularly any episodes which would be interesting are no longer safe to post and those that are safe are probably not interesting…you get the picture. Or at least you’ll get the pictures below, interesting or not.
Others reasons for a lack of posted updates is the tedious day to day business of trying to make ends meet as the age of Obama drags on. And when not trying to make a living I spend hours scouring the web trying to collect and aggregate all the border security related news items in one spot on my “all border news” site charlieuno.com which only a handful of people bother to visit. Even so updating the news site keeps me out of trouble for the most part and very well informed.
What little spare time I have is spent training, shooting and conditioning and helping others get prepared.
So updating this blog obviously has not been a priority of late. I figure the general public might find it interesting and maybe even informative but will likely never see it. And the old minutemen and border operators of days gone by have seen it all before. They have been there and done that as have I. So why bother?
Well it’s in my blood and I just can’t stop probing the nation’s southern frontier. Finding the holes and and connecting the dots. I reckon I’ll keep doing it until the border is secure or I die. I suspect the latter will come first. Until then I’ll continue to roll with my buddy Beast and post the pics we take of the beautiful desert southwest in what was once the land of the free and the home of the brave.
I rolled slowly west past the couch trail towards the 241. The sun was just starting to set and the only agent I had seen just waved as he sped past me down Forrest Gate toward Campo and shift change. It seemed I was the only soul from La Gloria Canyon to the 241, or so I thought.
As I stopped perched above the steep “engage 4×4” grade eastbound just west of the couch trailing viewed the beautiful scenery beyond some movement caught my eye. About two hundred yards south of the “tank trap” two men in Mexico were moving quickly north toward the border road. They were right about at the left-hand edge of the photo below but ducked down and disappeared into the brush before I could snap a picture of them.
It felt like old times….
I rolled to the base of the 241 ( for those of you unfamiliar with the area its the hill you see in the distance) to the G road and up past the area we called the donut hole to a spot across from the 5 Star on the fence. There my truck could not be seen from the tank trap so I exited the cab with only my binos and my pistol, just like I did my first time join the line almost ten years ago. I crouched in the bushes and laid in wait but the two men never came across. About twenty minutes later what I assumed to be the next shift of Border Patrol agents arrived and I informed them of what I had seen then headed back to the old bunkhouse.
The next morning my buddy, and veteran of many a border operation, Beast arrived and we immediately set off east on yet another recon and intel gathering excursion. Drawn by force of habit we first, of course, had to roll the border road in the old AO just like we had so many times before.
Then we headed east to the Yuha where many miles of border are lined only with vehicle barrier (what we call “tank trap”) which obviously is no obstacle for humans who want to cross on foot.
Or, I suppose one could just walk around the barrier where it ends at the foot of the mountain.
But the area was well patrolled with agents and there were cameras too. The desert in the summer is probably the most formidable obstacle to overcome.
Yet and still, to the south of this area of the Yuha desert and observation post in Mexico could be seen overlooking the line.
But of course there are those who cater to the would-be invaders and littered throughout this area are many illegal alien watering stations. I quit counting them around thirty.
Each with a fresh case of water inside
We travelled a bit further to the east then turned south on Brockman road where the All American Canal adds extra difficulty to illegal crossings.
All along this area of the border signs were posted with what nowadays seems to be an outmoded, unpopular, old fashioned and ignored concept:
I’m surprised someone has claimed that sign is offensive and demanded they all be taken down.
A little further on we monitored a Mexican walking on the south side of the fence while he monitored us walking on the north.
Next we pressed on to the Yuma border. I had been there on several occasions many years before and was always quite impressed. I wanted to show Beast, who was armed with a new camera, how well they had that area locked down. Yuma is a model for the country. Those who say the border can’t be secured need only look to Yuma. Granted, on privately owned stretches of the Rio Grande it would not be as easy but it can be done. It is only the spineless Republicans and traitorous, open border Democrats that prevent this from happening.
For several miles east of the San Luis, Arizona Port of Entry (POE) they have the original Vietnam era landing mat fence, then a heavily patrolled border road.
Immediately north of the fence and first border road is a newer, taller and more formidable metal fence and a high chain link/barbed fence with its own and equally patrolled adjacent border road.
Then a canal, a barbed wire “game fence” and finally yet another auxiliary road. A few miles east the infrastructure is reduced to a tall solid metal fence.
And the entire from the POE east to the 198 and beyond is monitored with cameras
The 198 monument was an area I had looked at on Google earth while searching for new places to “do work”- possibly be of assistance to the agents in the area.
We spoke with several agents and one was particularly helpful. I told him I had seen an area that I estimated to be fifteen or so miles east where the border fence stopped abruptly due to what looked like a small mountain range. I had also notice the Mexican highway runs east and west directly adjacent to the border and there were what appeared to be structures on the south side too. On paper it looked like a perfect place to set up for overwatch but the agent assured us that they had the situation there well at hand, with plenty of manpower and cameras. We also inquired if they were catching any and he said they still get one or two trying to cross. He chuckled and said they had recently bought two OTMs trying to cross right where we were headed. He was both amusemed and annoyed and couldn’t figure out why the Guatemalens had tried to enter through the desert when, with Obama at the helm all they had to do was walk into any POE and ask for asylum! Then he directed us to the above destination so we could have a look for ourselves. On the way we stopped to watch a Mexican military highway check point.
We finally made it to the break in the line and what I thought to be a small mountain range was little more than a cluster of rocky hills with a monument on top.
From this monument both the view to the west
And the view to the east are equally bleak
We had asked the agents if we could turn north from the monument and rejoin El Camino Diablo, a trail we had travelled a few weeks prior, and a subject later on in the post, but he advised against it.
So we headed out, took the first road north, past Yuma Prison and settled in at a Circle K where we replenished our ice and celebrated Juneteenth in the hot cab of the truck with leftover Popeyes fried chicken and ice cold red soda water.
Then we rejoined the I-8 east and headed for Gila Bend. We checked the mile makers east of there in an area notorious for drug smuggling but found very little sign. It was getting late so we did the old “set up and net up” south of the highway. It was a beautiful Arizona evening with little activity except for one interesting incident. Around 2200 I was looking northeast toward the highway when I thought I saw a flashlight moving along the northside of the westbound lane. Before I could draw Beast’s attention to it it disappeared. I remember commenting I had not been sleep deprived long enough to already start seeing things. About half an hour later, looking in the same general area Beast observed what appeared to be an infrared beacon flashing. Neither one of us could seen it with the naked eye but with night vision it was quite pronounced. We did a radio check then I armed up and began hiking to the area of the mysterious light. About halfway there I radioed to Beast that it was a vehicle that the light was a turn indicator from a car pulled off in the bushes on the north side of the westbound lanes in the same area where I had seen the flashlight. I inched up nearly parallel to it and as soon as I was directly across from the vehicle it sped out of there. Coincidence?
The rest of the night was uneventful with the exception of me inadvertently taking a knee in an ant bed and having a few black ants make a midnight snack out of my calves……
The sun came up to reveal a typically beautiful desert morning.
That morning we headed down to Ajo to the eastern end of the El Camino Del Diablo. I had it in my mind for some reason that we had missed a part of it when we explored it a month prior.
Entering at Bates well we talked to an agent who directed us to a little known jeep trail skirting the edge of the Organ Pipe National Monument boundary.
The road and area looked promising and seemed as if we could take the trail all the way east back to the 85. But suddenly we came upon a wash and the trail we travelled turned into wash as well. We got out and walked it awhile to ascertain if we should try to press forward, with no comms or cell signal, and decided against it.
The fauna was not amused at our presence there.
And even the flora seemed to agree that we should stop and go back.
And so we turned around and headed out the way we came. Hit the 85 north to the 8 and headed east back to Yuma. One of the agents there we had spoken with the day before had said we should check out the area by the river so that was our destination. But not before we stopped at Sprague’s of course.
We were hoping we could set up by the river west of Yuma and possibly be extra eyes and ears for the agents in one of the spots below the damn where there is little or no fence. I even entertained the idea of combining two of my favorite pastimes; watching the border and fishing. But upon arrival we found that true to form the Yuma agents had the area locked down. Above the Morelos Dam the river serves as the first barrier, then a heavily patrolled road, then a canal, then another patrol road.
Below the damn there is marsh, tank trap and the canal with roads on either side of it.
As soon as we hit the first border road the agents descended on us, as well they should. I’d be disappointed if they didn’t and told them so. We shot the shit with some of BP’s finest and when I asked if they were catching any they responded, “We’re getting one or two now and then.” We took lots of photos. Beast even managed to get a shot of Yuma Sector’s new patrol boat as it raced up and down the short stretch of the Colorado there. Those guys looked like they were having too much fun. I about half expected to see them break out the skis.
Then we headed back to Campo, CA to unwind.
The next day, while our illustrious Commander-In Chief vacationed in Palm Springs,
we rolled the border road in our old AO yet again.
We spoke with several agents and when asked how busy it was they all replied with the same answer we had heard from Yuma to Ajo and back. Illegals were crossing in singles and pairs. The consensus was the invaders had changed tactics. Last years “surge” had drawn too much bad publicity. They were now only coming across in very small groups or one at a time. It draws less attention. And as the old saying goes, “He who travels fastest goes alone. While rolling east on the single lane side of the Cap Rock we had to stop behind an agent. He told us a pair of illegals had just bolted over the fence and across the vineyard to a waiting car and got away. This in the all too familiar area which is the shortest distance between the border and Hwy 94. Just prior to that as we rolled east past Tecate agents had captured a small family unit right about where the fence ends of course
So its now a constant, steady drip rather than a flood. Indications are the old “ranchita” across from the 241 we all kept an eye on years ago commonly has upwards of 60 illegals staged in it but the coyotes only allow them to cross in ones and twos. I reckon it was two of them I spotted when I first pulled up on the couch trail two days before.
On the way out we stopped to pay our respects to Agent Robert Rosas who was stalked and assassinated six years ago on July 23 and to water the tree planted in his honor.
Then we headed back to the ranch to gear up, run, train and shoot
During breaks we reviewed what we’d seen and heard and discussed the prior trip to El Camino del Diablo.
I had always wanted to investigate the old road of the devil and thought perhaps it might provide some new places to do work. So in May Beast and I headed to Wellton, AZ to drop down and join the El Camino del Diablo. But not before stopping at the Marine Corps Air Station in Yuma. The area we would be traveling requires permits to be obtained and releases of liability to be signed.
From Wellton we headed south and found the El Camino Del Diablo and headed east
Above was one of the good stretches of road
The photos above are sections where we could travel with relative ease. Other sections required 4×4 and several times Beast had to get out and spot for me.
We rolled past Camp Grip and Camp Boundary on rutted trails that are certainly impassable at various times of the year. On one section the old Vietnam area landing mat used for border fence in so many places was utilized as road surface.
All in all a pretty inhospitable area that lives up to it’s name. I guess we didn’t need to worry though……
It took us a full seven hours to travel 107 miles. We finally made it to the 85 then stopped, suited up and spent the night on the east side of the highway in another area well know for drug trafficking. We noted no activity that night but two days later there was a shoot out between rival cartels a few miles north of where we camped.
That morning we gassed up in Ajo and headed home.
I don’t know what else to say. Our beautiful country is in trouble folks. We are dangerously close to the point of no return.
Are you part of the problem or part of the solution?
“We, the People are the rightful masters of both Congress and the courts —not to overthrow the Constitution, but to overthrow men who pervert the Constitution.’’—Abraham Lincoln
When do we draw the line?
And as if it isn’t bad enough that our own elected officials seem bent on the destruction of our Constitution they assist others to enter and reside in our country who hate our way of life even more!
When do we rise up and say “Enough!”
Will be a vigilante or are you a negligente?
Well anyway, I hope you like the photos. Most of them were shot by Beast on his new Nikon D3200
and edited by me on an iMac with iPhoto and a little help in the field from an old Dell laptop with a card reader.
Thank you for taking the time to visit this site. For links to all the border related news please visit http://charlieuno.com
God Bless You and May God Bless the United States of America
I’ll be back….