West of Brawley and El Centro lies a windy sand-stinging desert. It may not sting bare legs every day, but on Mother’s Day strong wind came from the north as I was riding west, driving sand into my right side. I could not see the sun through clouds of sand. Shown in the picture on the left, I saw something that might have been a mile away. In the right picture its form began to materialize. (Incidentally, you can click on any picture to make it bigger.)
Its shape finally emerged, and its sign said “USG” which I later looked up as United States Gypsum, maker of drywall and joint compound. I rested in the wind-shadow of its huge building.
I had a great hill to climb today if I wanted to get above the desert and into the hill country that would eventually bring an end to this adventure in El Cajon. So I started early, and turned pedals to the turning of wind generators in early light.
The only way out is via I-8, up 3,000 feet, with cars and trucks. I thought that odd building high on a hill in the left picture was interesting when zoomed in on the right.
I came to Jacumba on Historic Old Highway 80 and peered into Mexico, which in some places was just a few hundred feet away. That dark line across the pictures is the border fence.
Who knows the sophistication of the sensors that must be lurking that foreboding fence. They say we need to seal the border, but I can’t imagine anyone getting through this.