When we first arrived in Big Bend National Park I expected the Rio Grande to be some huge, raging river between the two countries. But, as we explored the park more and more I realized that in this area it’s not the river that acts on behalf of border control, it’s the desert. Crossing back and forth between the U.S and Mexico within the park is rather easy, my fiance and I simply waded across with water not going past my knees. Mexicans ride their horses across and leave walking sticks, little beaded souvenirs, and other handmade items for donations. ‘Jesus’ waded across the river to play his guitar and serenaded us as we walked along the river into the canyon, his voice floating along the canyon walls only to disappear.
For many of my Texan friends it is hard to believe that there is even an inch of the border that is not manned by the border patrol. I tell them that nature does it for them. After you successfully cross the small river here you must make it about another 70-100 miles to the nearest towns, Marathon or Terlingua. This is a major feat even by car, making it near impossible via foot. With temperatures that break over 110 every summer, there aren’t many who would even dare try to illegally cross into the U.S through Big Bend.
I was genuinely shocked at how much greenery was in the area, even though we were in the middle of the desert there were huge strips of green trees and brush. I want to go back to explore some of the areas that we didn’t have time to see, and my fiance needs to get a passport to cross over into Boquillas del Carmen.
Have you experienced the border between the U.S and Mexico? Was it what you thought it would be?