This is the border of Mexico and America in New Mexico. The iron work stretched for mile upon mile seemingly endlessly. I couldn't make sense of it. What was the point? Anyone could climb over it. I did. It would stop a vehicle. Probably a tank too.
Here I had climbed over and was now standing in Mexico, unless I needed to be on the other side of the barbed wire fence to be officially in Mexico, I don't know. Maybe I was on the border itself, neither in one country or the other. Perhaps the iron work is the American barrier and the barbed wire is Mexican barrier. America has a bigger budget for that sort of thing.
There was a vast expanse of desert on each side of the border as far as I could see, plus much more beyond the horizon. I cannot imagine anyone walking all the distance. It would take days if not weeks and with no water anywhere. Why just my standing to get this picture my socks got filled with stickers.