On the most southern stretch of beach in San Diego, there is a tall, metal fence that juts out into the Pacific Ocean. On the other side of the fence is Tijuana, Mexico. Gulls sit on top of the fence, enjoying the sea mist and commanding views of the salty, sandy real estate. Kelp and other seaweed collect along the fence at the high-tide line.
On the American side of the fence, border agents are staked out 24-7-365 in a parking area that overlooks the fence. As I walked near the fence, I heard a voice yelling repeatedly to “move away from the fence.” I turned my head to find where the voice was coming from. I saw an angry faced American border patrol agent glowering down at me from his overlook above the beach. His eyes followed me as I retreated from the fence and began heading back the other way. Good job, border patrol guy; thanks for not shooting me.
The Mexican side of the fence is much more heavily developed along the shoreline. On the Tijuana side near the fence, there is a circular promenade for people to give people a view of the area. You can see a few folks in the photo standing in the background on the promenade.