In conducting research for my murder mystery, I found myself traveling along Interstate-8 to and from the Campo Indian Reservation’s wind farm. This venue served as the backdrop for the demise of Dr. Austin Wimbrow in chapter 3 of Breach of Trust.
The southern extent of the reservation is less than half of a mile from the Mexican border, so the authorities could have suspected an illegal immigration conflict as a possible motive for Wimbrow’s death, a man from Denmark working in California. They quickly ruled out this motive and focused on another, which is outlined in the novel.
The southern extent of the reservation is less than half of a mile from the Mexican border, so the authorities could have suspected an illegal immigration conflict as a possible motive for Wimbrow’s death, a man from Denmark working in California. They quickly ruled out this motive and focused on another, which is outlined in the novel.
At their four thousand-foot elevations, the 150-foot wind towers spun majestically in the brisk breeze. It is a sight to behold and I invite you to visit a wind farm near you.
Why 3 blades? Noise and operational wear and tear are lower, and efficiency higher, when three blades are used instead of two. Also if the blades are separated by less than 120 degrees, they operate partly in the wake of the other blades, thereby degrading performance. Experience shows the optimal blade count is three. Photo courtesy R.K. Koslowsky.
Besides witnessing California Highway Patrol officers catching speeders along I-8, the U.S. Customs and Border Control sped up and down the freeway too. I wondered about those black SUVs as I returned from visiting the reservation, some appearing to shadow the Border Patrol.
I was stopped at a portable highway checkpoint. An armed officer approached me and then he checked the back seat of my car, I assume, to see if I was transporting some ‘illegals’ in the back seat. An inspection of my trunk was also made and then I was allowed to proceed. Such nerve-wracking experiences are the price to be paid for enforcing U.S. immigration law.
Surely, my future travels across the Golden State will inspire more great stories and other “incidents” as I write the sequel to Breach of Trust.
I was stopped at a portable highway checkpoint. An armed officer approached me and then he checked the back seat of my car, I assume, to see if I was transporting some ‘illegals’ in the back seat. An inspection of my trunk was also made and then I was allowed to proceed. Such nerve-wracking experiences are the price to be paid for enforcing U.S. immigration law.
Surely, my future travels across the Golden State will inspire more great stories and other “incidents” as I write the sequel to Breach of Trust.