Borderlands dispatch: A day in the desert

Eleven hours later, after making the rounds to several water stations, we returned to Tucson - sweaty, tired, and (for me, at least) with a greater understanding of just how vast, beautiful and unforgiving is the desert backdrop for all the border drama and politics often in the news.
At one water station, we hauled five-gallon jugs
from the tr

We saw Border Patrol all day long - in pickup trucks, in a Humvee at Organ Pipe, in a low-flying chopper over distant wash, with guns drawn at someone or something beside the road, and later, also beside the road, with a group of apprehended migrants.
We ate lunch at a restaurant at the border checkpoint at Lukeville. Here is a view of the 30 mile border fence - chain link, with another row of steel fencing beside it.
Thirty miles may seem like a big fence - but don't be fooled. If you looked at the border on a map,

Along the way I got to talk to Humane Borders' Robin Hoover. In between jokes - R-rated jokes, Bible jokes, made-up jokes and puns - he told the stories that go along with this place and its recent history. Tragic deaths, rescues, Indian lore, confrontations, wild animals, crazy people who weren't crazy at all...but the main character in most is the desert.
Here is my favorite joke from today, told by Robin: "What happens if you don't pay your exorcist? You get repossessed!"
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