There I was by the Mexican border jumping like an idiot. Out of the blue and without a cue, I jumped! Karlee was laughing. She is used to seeing me make a fool of myself. Karlee did not realize I was jumping for her not because I want her to have a good picture of me looking like an idiot. I was forever jumping for being in America. For being with KG and Karlee in America. For having my babe as my husband. He plucked us out from this Southeast Asian archipelago and I have always jumped in different ways ever since. There I was by the Southern Terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail, a national scenic trail that transcends Mexico to Canada, jumping my heart out as usual.
PCT is my NAFTA in perspective. NAFTA, my hope for the North America Free Trade Agreement, does not stop at the Mexican border. Neither did it stop on my immigration to America. My NAFTA transcends borders and includes the whole of continental North America: Mexico, United States of America and Canada.
RN, Karlee's Daddio, my husband and my babe found a hole in the fence and took a picture of what the other side of the fence looked like. What one sees in the picture is what it is: same grass, same native plants and the same blue sky on a fine spring midday.
Several meters away from the trail marker that starts the PCT trail leading to Lake Morena is memorial marker for Robert Rosas Jr., a border patrol agent who was killed in the line of duty on the Mexican border on July 23, 2009. The border agent killed has a Caucasian first name and a Hispanic family name. It was reported in the news that a group of five armed men had traveled in Mexico to the U.S. Mexico border with the intent of robbing a border patrol agent of his night vision equipment. The culprits wanted the equipment in their work of smuggling to the United States unauthorized immigrants.
I took a picture of Karlee sitting on the PCT Southern Terminus monument oblivious of border patrol vehicles hovering by the border in the background. I wish Karlee has more understanding of what's going on at the border.
I sit one last time at the top of the monument overlooking Mexico.
"Way down here, you need a reason to move.
Feel a fool, running your stateside moves
Lose your load, leave your mind behind...."
RN, Karlee's Daddio, my husband and my babe found a hole in the fence and took a picture of what the other side of the fence looked like. What one sees in the picture is what it is: same grass, same native plants and the same blue sky on a fine spring midday. 
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