Little more.
You go to one part of the border, and it's pristine desert or mountains and nobody's around for miles.
You go to another part of the border, and there's an 18'-high corrugated barrier that's hard to get over, so nobody tries. They go 10 miles down the road to go around it.
You go to another part of the border, and it's a port of entry. For miles on either side entry is harder, so that's where people try to smuggle stuff through.
Go to another part of the border, and the barrier extends out into the ocean, making it so you can't just walk around it--yeah, you can swim. but it takes longer, it's harder to move stuff that you're carrying, and there are BP folk around to observe.
Go to another part and it's river. Actual rushing river. Another part is down to being a creek.
So, what's it like at the border? C'mon. There's one border. There can only be one "what it's like", right? That's the assumption? But, no, it's an obviously false assumption. What's it like? It's hot and humid, it's dry and desert; it's ocean, it's mountain. Some has a high wall, some has high mountains. Some is flat and maybe has the occasional marker every half mile to say "this is a border. At places, there's nobody's and others are migratory corridors with a hundred or two illegally crossing per day and yet others are busy ports of entry. What's it like at the border? Very, very diverse in description. The "blind men and the elephant" fable comes to mind.
What's funny is that "what it's like at the border" is such a straw man, yet nobody likes pointing at the scarecrow and calling it that. They're too busy trying to scare crows or protect the corn.
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