Encounter with the border patrol

Arizona vacation time for The Lady of the House and I was over. It was time to return to the High Plains and work.

Grant McGee

Grant McGee

We were just north of Tombstone when signs began to appear along the highway.


“Checkpoint?” asked The Lady of the House.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s The Border Patrol.”

“Why isn’t the Border Patrol at the border?”

“It’s to catch the people who’ve slipped past them along the border,” I said. I knew because I used to live in the area.

“So why do WE need to stop?” asked The Lady of the House. “Do they think we have an illegal alien in the ice chest?”

“Oh please don’t say anything to the nice Border Patrol people,” I said.

She just smiled

As the line moved we could see ahead: A mobile office in the middle of the road and a young man with a German Shepherd wearing leather booties on its front feet.

“Why is the dog wearing shoes?” I wondered aloud.

Then it was our turn. The young man gave us a quick look.

The dog though, didn’t even bother looking at us. He turned his attention to the next car and barked.

We were waved on through.

“Ooh, what was in the car behind us, maybe drugs?” I wondered aloud again.

“You do know that the dog gets rewarded if he sniffs out drugs, don’t you?” asked The Lady of the House. “He’s probably just excited to get to the next car.”

“Ah! So the booties are in case he jumps on a car. Then he doesn’t scratch the paint,” I said.

“So that’s a Border Patrol checkpoint,” said The Lady of the House. “Seems like a waste of time and money to me.”

“All part of the effort to keep our border secure,” I said.

“You sound like a commercial,” she said as she turned to look out the window. “It wouldn’t do for me to live around here.”

Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life. Contact him at: bikedude@plateautel.net.