050310 – U.S.Border Patrol
We’re still in Texas, working our way out. El Paso had a few interesting places to visit but first we had to find our Park De Jour.
I keep forgetting not to rely on my GPS too heavily, and today was a good example. Having set the address for the park, we followed blindly along the route until it came to a dead end. We searched and searched and finally realized that the computer had pulled a fast one on us. Somehow it transposed an address from another city with a different zip code.
Going back to basics, we pulled out the “bible”, and looked up local parks and found one near our present location and called for a reservation.
It turned out to be a nice park; paved inner roads, and a good site. It was perfect for a road test of Batmobile 2, which performed very well under all conditions. It is more comfortable that Bmobile 1, about 2 inches longer, and has a stronger motor and bigger front wheel which makes it more stable and easier to steer. Peter seemed to like it too as he trotted alongside.
We decided on one site to visit and it was the U.S. Border Patrol Museum. Believe it or not, it is the only facility in the entire country that is dedicated to this branch of service.
As we entered the parking lot, we noticed that the fields between us and the nearby mountains was bright yellow with poppies. I did not find out the significance, but it was beautiful.
Inside the museum was a variety of vehicles that the USBP uses to patrol, including water jet skis, ATVs, helicopters, motorcycles, etc. There were no horses there but that is also one of their primary means of transportation.
Peter was most interested in the K-9 section, and where there was a Dogloo (domed dog house) with a bowl in front of it, he had to check to see if there was any food in it. He disappeared and then reappeared with an application and pencil in his jaws and asked me to fill out an application for him. I told him he was to old, since just taking care of me was keeping him busy. I found out that the USBP usually got their dogs from Europe, but in the past 2 years they had opened their own kennels and training center for their K-9 unit.
With a few souvenir T-shirts in the bag, we fired up the Beast and headed west.
We’re still in Texas, working our way out. El Paso had a few interesting places to visit but first we had to find our Park De Jour.
I keep forgetting not to rely on my GPS too heavily, and today was a good example. Having set the address for the park, we followed blindly along the route until it came to a dead end. We searched and searched and finally realized that the computer had pulled a fast one on us. Somehow it transposed an address from another city with a different zip code.
Going back to basics, we pulled out the “bible”, and looked up local parks and found one near our present location and called for a reservation.
It turned out to be a nice park; paved inner roads, and a good site. It was perfect for a road test of Batmobile 2, which performed very well under all conditions. It is more comfortable that Bmobile 1, about 2 inches longer, and has a stronger motor and bigger front wheel which makes it more stable and easier to steer. Peter seemed to like it too as he trotted alongside.
We decided on one site to visit and it was the U.S. Border Patrol Museum. Believe it or not, it is the only facility in the entire country that is dedicated to this branch of service.
As we entered the parking lot, we noticed that the fields between us and the nearby mountains was bright yellow with poppies. I did not find out the significance, but it was beautiful.
Inside the museum was a variety of vehicles that the USBP uses to patrol, including water jet skis, ATVs, helicopters, motorcycles, etc. There were no horses there but that is also one of their primary means of transportation.
Peter was most interested in the K-9 section, and where there was a Dogloo (domed dog house) with a bowl in front of it, he had to check to see if there was any food in it. He disappeared and then reappeared with an application and pencil in his jaws and asked me to fill out an application for him. I told him he was to old, since just taking care of me was keeping him busy. I found out that the USBP usually got their dogs from Europe, but in the past 2 years they had opened their own kennels and training center for their K-9 unit.
With a few souvenir T-shirts in the bag, we fired up the Beast and headed west.
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