The Trip

Nothing much to talk about on the journey from Ft. Worth to San Diego.

The only thing interesting about the drive from Ft. Worth to El Paso was being able to go 80 mph on the freeway. The drive long and the landscape wasn't very pleasing. The land wasn't as flat as I expected it to be, however.

Other than having a couple of run-ins with border patrol, nothing to report about New Mexico. They were forcing all the cars on the freeway to pull into their stations for inspection. It's a good thing I had my passport on me. I ran into them again in Arizona and California. The thing that surprised me the most was that ALL the border patrol agents asked me the same questions:

Where are you coming from?

Why are you here?

What kind of work?

Engineering? Where?

Navy? What base?

Good luck.

I wonder if that's government-mandated.

The drive from Tuscon to San Diego was more interesting. That was my first time driving through a desert so the scenery was unfamiliar. I saw lots of cacti and dust devils along the way. Probably the most interesting part was getting to the are where there were actual sand dunes, like in the Sahara. I got out and took a few pictures.

I was dead tired when I finally got to San Diego. It's actually quite hilly until you get to the coast, even more so than Austin. Very green and beautiful, too.

When I've been here for awhile, I'll make another entry about San Diego.

Cows

Nothing much to report. I just went to the farm with my dad yesterday. My dad, uncle, grandfather, and I had gone to the farm to put up a barbwire fence. Once it was done, Dad took the tractor to the back on the land to check on the cows.

Cows are stupid. I knew this already, but I didn't realize how stupid they were until I saw them up close.

Most animals realize that when doing something hurts, stop doing it. Not cows. Several of the cows started curiously nibbling on the barbwire fence we had put up. They would lick it or take a bite, convulse in pain, and then take another bite a second later. This would go on for a good a ten of fifteen minutes. It was quite amusing. (Hey, I was on a farm in the middle of nowhere, what else am I supposed to do?)

Don't shit where you eat. Most people know this in a literal sense, and even most other animals. Not cows. My dad had trained the cows to follow him using cow treats. Whenever they saw him on the tractor, they'd come running towards him. Dad coaxed the cows to come into the new area we had created with the fencing by dumping a pile of cow treats in the area. Almost all the cows entered the area immediately and started eating. And pissing. And shitting. ALL IN THE SAME PLACE! I'm honestly surprised cows don't die from their own filth.

Of course, the flip side of all this is that if cows were smarter, they'd be much harder to kill and that means less beef for everyone. That's not a world I want to live in.

But yeah, that's pretty much all that's happened recently. I'm making the big move to California soon. Expect updates when I'm on the road.