Here is the dialog between Jay and the patrol woman at the Arizona/California border. My thoughts, which I kept to myself, are in ()…

“Where you coming from?”
No. (It sounded like she said “Are you having any problems?”)

“Where are you coming from?” she asked again.
Oh! Kansas. (Or Tennessee, or Santa Fe, well, when do you mean? I mean, we’re from San Francisco now. Is this a pop quiz? I think she was asking “Where ya from fool?”)

“You just have the one animal?”
Yes. (That we know of.)

Do you have any fresh fruit – oranges?
No. (Well, one orange tucked under my seat. Contraband!)

Any pecans? In the shell?
Uh, no. (Any what? Pecans in the shell?)

Can any Californians explain what all of this is about? We thought for a second that we had taken a wrong turn in Flagstaff and somehow ended up the Mexican border. We just crossed the border from Arizona into California and had to stop for a “check.” So, is that standard procedure?

We captured some great pics of the New Mexico and Arizona scenery as we sped by today: Pics on Flickr:Girljournalist.

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