I regard Nevada’s nearby border with California as ‘Checkpoint Charlie’ leading into Soviet-era East Germany, if that answers any questions.
I’m surprised there’s still a pleasant looking ‘Welcome to California!’ sign there with a picture of their Golden Poppy state flower on it instead of a big white sign with red stenciled Cyrillic letters reading ‘STOK!’ in front of T-62 tanks, high fences with razor wire, barking German Shepherds, and searchlights scanning the area. What they do have is the California Highway Patrol laying in wait in little camouflaged cutouts along the highway.
I rarely go into California, but when I do I can tell you that passing the ‘Welcome to Nevada’ sign showing the old gold prospector panning in the stream is the best part of the trip.
I really really despise getting stopped going across the border because of the fruit nazi’s. I go the store and much of it this time of year comes from CA. But no, go to the state then try and sneak back across with a bag of grapes... Dang blasted Agri-nazi’s.