Labor Day weekend 2007 revisited

 I arrived in Campo 31Aug07 around 1800 and setup position at 138.  Later in the evening a certain "minutemom," who I had heard would be watching the border with me arrived on the line.  Throughout the entire Labor Day weekend this female "patriot" never shut up and successfully diverted a few other individuals, including local law enforcement, from doing their jobs.  Thankfully I prefer to patrol alone and am strong enough of will not to be diverted from my primary purpose: To watch the border, observe and report. I must report that Kingfish was also not swayed by this woman's incessant chatter, allegations and incitement. 
Sunday morning about sun up I patrolled the border road east of the Oaks and west of La Gloria and found a spotter on the fence at 239 and surprised a man coming over to the USA.  Once they saw me both men ducked back into Mexico.  I phoned in a report and about that time a BP agent came up and asked me if I saw anyone enter.  I told him  the POIs I had spotted went BTM.  He asked me to watch the area as he had received a report that 3 had jumped the fence and had headed north.  This report was apparently in error and of unknown origin.  Another BP agent later told me that he had found no tracks entering the US in that area.  During this brief period of illegal activity our verbose vixen was busy sitting in the Oaks engaging anyone who was willing to listen to her ceaseless conspiratorial chatter.  
 Disgusted with her inability to be quiet, I left Campo a day earlier and as I exited the area and headed home I noticed eyes watching me through the fence at 239.
 I was excited when I first found out a female, who was supposedly a seasoned veteran of many border watches and also very pretty, would be joining us.  Imagine my disappointment at the way the entire weekend went down.  The words from page 60 of 'The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran kept running through my mind as I listened to her perpetual paranoid prattle:
"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
 And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered."

I will speak no further of this wearisome weekend and wish her and all other border watchers well.

And the drab dreary draconian drama drags on…………

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