It is quiet, peaceful, spiritually fulfilling and physically challenging.
The downsides, though, are the small stream of undocumented people (men) who trek through on their way north as well as the native varmints: coyotes, javelinas, an alligator or two, and snakes. I usually carry a pistol and/or pepper spray when I run, although I've never had to use either.
The undocumented folks are no longer of the family type variety that we used to help with food, or the young guys who are just looking for a job. They are increasingly of the drug cartel type, but more on that later. I am not really worried about them, though. They have other things on their agenda, and if they hang out anywhere near our property, they know I can shoot the chin whiskers off a billy goat. There's also a Border Patrol station a few miles away, which I'm sure gives them more caution than my little pistol.
I'm also not afraid of the coyotes, javelinas, or even the alligators. I am, however, terrified, frightful, yes, scared ----less of the snakes. My very worst nightmares involve snakes.
For that reason, I always keep an eye on the ground in front of me when I run. They like to come out in the cool of the day, the same time I like to run.
Good thing I had my eyes peeled. Look carefully at this picture:
Yep, a happy rattler probably on his way to meet his family. I didn't stick around to find out. I'm sure I broke my personal best running record in getting away from him, had I bothered to even check it. Chicken heart, thy name is Shelly.