After nearly two years in the Valley, Chris and I witnessed our very first smuggling operation in real time. We woke up very early one Saturday morning and decided to go watch the sunrise at a state park that borders the Rio Grande River. After biking to an observation tower and watching the sun rise behind extensive cloud cover (boo!), we headed home around seven.
Shortly after we exited the park, we passed a man hiding in a bush and a suburban on the side of the road just a few hundred feet away. Less than a minute later, Chris was yelling excited exclamations at me while he pulled onto the shoulder. After a brief second of confusion on my part, I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the cause of his excitement. The white suburban had stopped by the bushes where the man was hiding, and about 15 men were running out of the bushes and jumping into the suburban. Chris told me to "do something," so I called the nearest Border Patrol station. Meanwhile, Chris decided to follow suburban, which I successfully protested when the suburban made an abrupt turn down an unpaved, unmarked road. It was a crazy way to start the Sabbath.
Speaking of life in the Valley, the Sias house no longer has cable. That means we now have an antenna that is bombarded with Spanish stations regularly featuring women in bikinis for absolutely no apparent reason. Sometimes the bikini-clad women are crowded into a small hot tub overflowing with bare skin. The bikini girls make the weather girl's snug, spandex dress look conservative.
Smuggling and bikinis. This pace is ridiculous.
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