Mexico Border

Once upon a time, a friend and I went to the US-​Mexico border along the beach. We found the roadway to the beach closed, so we parked in a small dirt lot, next to some porta-​potties and a trail head. We decided to take this trail head, thinking it was a alternate route to the beach.
We walked along the road, coming across some interesting sights. First, we encountered an old non-​seaworthy boat sitting on the side of a hill. We checked it out, and found nothing in it. We thought it was weird that this old boat was on this hill since it is far from a big body of water. But on we went.
We then came across what looked like an old small house. But this old house looked like it was bombed out. There was debris everywhere around this place, and there was a significant amount of plant growth here. This house must have been bombed out a long time ago.
Then we came across a small man-​made lake, but very littered with trash. The smell was a bit much, and there was trash that I imagine floated in from south of the border.
Finally, we came across the new border gate. This gate was tall, silver-​colored, and extended into the horizon in both directions. Beyond this gate was an uphill.
I thought it was weird that we just walked upon this place like nothing, considering that the government spent millions of dollars reinforcing the border security. We never ran into a single person while we were there, so we decided to trek back to the car.
So we were maybe 100 meters from the trail head, when I noticed a border patrol car trailing us. Once the BP agent caught me looking back, he pulled up beside us and questioned us. Another BP agent pulled up in an ATV.
It turns out that this area is off limits to everyone except BP personnel. They ran my ID, and asked me a lot of questions. They could tell that I was telling them the truth, so they let us go. Lucky for us, as my friend left her ID at home, and she looked unmistakably Hispanic. I also had five days worth of beard growth, and looked very middle-​eastern. So I can imagine the thought running through their heads before questioning us. We joked about the whole matter, and had quite a story to tell when spring session began at university.