Border Run

I lit up the XR for my border run,

  for twenty-one years it was nuthin’ but fun.

I lived by the river, the San Pedro it’s called,

  where Coronado crossed before it was walled.

Canteen full of agua, air in a can,

  off to Nogales, a man with a plan.

Zigging and zagging up Montezuma Pass,

  on leaving the Monument, I can go fast.

Border Patrolman gives me a look,

  maybe he’s thinkin’ that I am a crook.

The San Rafael Valley stretches out before,

  a handful of throttle, that XR can roar.

The Aerostat floats up above the Huachucas,

  lookin’ for smugglers and airborne Palookas.

Surveillance camera watches my tail,

  if I should transgress, I’ll go to jail.

Off to my left, they’ll build Ducey’s wall,

  shipping containers, ugly and tall.

The road is rough, just as I like,

  an XR is not some novice’s bike.

I pass by a ranch that’s way off the grid,

  it’d be more rustic if the panels were hid.

A militia is camped near a big wash,

  in fear and hate they are awash.

With their AR’s they’ve killed an old oak tree,

  next thing you know they’ll be gunnin’ for me.

The San Rafael Ranch is a beautiful place,

  maybe I ought to lessen my pace.

If you saw “Oklahoma” you know what I mean,

  it was here that they shot most every scene.

At Locheil I dodge a cow on the road,

  it’s maybe a sign that danger forbodes.

The road gets smooth and I open her up,

  ridin’ slow just isn’t my cup.

Duquesne is a ghost town, the ore is played out,

  at Washington Camp, there’s still life about.

A pickup comes speedin’ around a blind curve,

  it’s good that I saw it in time to swerve.

He’s probably haulin’ a big load of pot,

  pretty soon they’ll catch him, likely as not.

Sycamore Canyon is narrow and deep,

  for a while the road will get steep.

Up ahead I see gnarly soft sand,

  up on the pegs I’ll have to stand.

There’s a checkpoint at the end of the road.

  my XR ain’t haulin’ much of a load.

They look me over and pass me on through,

  they probably think I’m a washed-up hot shoe.

At Eighty-Two I’ll head on into town,

  Nogales is good for bummin’ around.

I look to the left and what do I see,

  a Nogales cop eye-ballin’ me.

Fifty-six miles of bug eatin’ smiles.

  I’ll meet up with some border exiles.

I ‘d hafta’ say that it has been fun,

there ain’t nuthin’ like my border run.

LDT February 4, ‘23

Border Run

(Photo Essay)

“Fifty-six miles of bug-eatin’ smiles,”

The route “for my border run.” It is about 56 miles from Palominas, where I used to live, to Nogales, Arizona.

“Where Coronado crossed before it was walled.”

It is a good thing for history that this thing wasn’t blocking the San Pedro River when Coronado passed through our area in 1540. I expect that someday one of our torrential Monsoon rains will take it out.

“For my border run,”

The Border Wall

This formidable fence was installed across the San Pedro Valley in about 2010. It does a good job of keeping out vehicles. People and wildlife, including endangered Jaguars, find their way over. under, around or through it. The Border Patrol maintains constant visual, video and electronic surveillance over this section of the border. They also use the old-school low-tech method of dragging tires along the dirt road. This helps them spot tracks if someone should cross. The fence ends just south of Montezuma Pass where my ride starts to get interesting.

“Zigging and zagging up Montezuma Pass,”

The Border Patrol maintains a constant presence at Montezuma Pass. It provides a great view of the border all the way across the San Rafael Valley. They use agents with binoculars and sophisticated surveillance equipment to track any intruders.

“Border Patrolman gives me a look,”

The people you are most likely to see in the San Rafael Valley are Border Patrol Agents. I was once stopped by one who asked me if I had been through the Drive Thru. For a second, I thought he was talking about the one at McDonalds.

“The San Rafael Valley stretches out before,”

The San Rafael Valley between the Huachuca and Patagonia Mountains offers excellent grazing for a handful of remote ranches.

“The Aerostat floats up above the Huachucas,”

The Aerostat is a tethered radar balloon. Its primary mission is to watch for low-flying aircraft. It has some ground surveillance capability which causes some locals to feel like they are being spied upon.

“Surveillance camera watches my tail,”

The Border Patrol uses a variety of high tech gadgets to watch over remote sections of the border. These include radar, ground sensors and cameras.

“Off to my left, they’ll build Ducey’s wall,”

In 2022, Arizona Governor Doug Ducey decided to build his own makeshift border wall across the San Rafael Valley. He didn’t have permits or permission to build it on federal land. He kept building even after the Feds took him to court. Eventually, concerned citizens placed themselves in the path of the equipment that was tearing up this pristine, and fragile landscape. Ducey relented and began removing the containers. The cost to Arizona taxpayers was estimated at $140 Million or more.

“I pass by a ranch that’s way off the grid,”

A few ranches can be seen in the San Rafael Valley. Some are so remote, they rely on solar power and generators.

“A militia is camped near a big wash,”

 It is not unusual to spot an armed militia group along the border. In 2005 hundreds of members of the Minutemen Militia descended upon our area to watch for illegal aliens. They accomplished little and their leader, Chris Simcox, is now in prison for child sexual abuse.

In 2016, Shane Bauer, a reporter for Mother Jones went undercover with one of the border militias near Nogales. He found them well-armed, scary, bigoted and clueless. Here’s a link to his excellent story Undercover With a Border Militia: I Went Undercover With a Border Militia. Here’s What I Saw. – Mother Jones

“The San Rafael Ranch is a beautiful place,”

The San Rafael Ranch is located on the west end of the valley beneath the Patagonia Mountains. Several movies, including the musical “Oklahoma” have been filmed here. The property has been donated to the state of Arizona for future development as a state park. It is beautiful, but remote.

“Duquesne is a ghost town, the ore is played out,”

Duquesne is an abandoned mining town. A few people still live nearby in Locheil and Washington Camp.

“He’s probably haulin’ a big load of pot,”

I have nearly been run off the road a few times by speeding pickups. I never know if its a rancher chasing a calf or a smuggler. Once, our breakfast was interrupted in Palominas when a speeding pickup with 4 flat tires and a big load of pot came through the parking lot. They got him.

“Sycamore Canyon is narrow and deep,”

Sycamore Canyon provides a spectacular view as you cross the Patagonia Mountains toward Nogales.

“Up ahead I see gnarly soft sand,”

Coming out of Sycamore Canyon the trail gets very sandy. Sand riding is a special skill. The rider stands of the foot pegs, plants his butt as far back as he can and gases the bike. At about 25 MPH the bike gets on top of the sand. Then he can ride smoothly, safely and fast.

“Nogales is good for bummin’ around.”

Nogales is the end of the ride. What used to be the main street of both Nogales, Arizona and Sonora is now divided down the middle by the border wall. Though once you could shop on both sides of the street, you now have to go through the Port of Entry. There is good dining and nightlife on the Mexican side. Americans also go there to get cheap dental work and prescriptions. I find the curio shops a bit tacky.

Am I going home by the highway?

Hell no! I’m taking the Border Road.

See you on the trail.

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