The
border with Mexico seems more fluid here, literally. At the hot springs, a
couple of guys crossed the border by just walking across the river and then
back. We saw several boats along the river edge so that people could cross.
This guy seems to regularly cross the river on horseback to check on his sales.
Along
several of the hikes (in the U.S.) you can see a small collection of trinkets and
walking sticks for sale along with a cup to put your money. I guess they are
put out by Mexicans like the guy on the horse every morning and brought back in
the evening.
On
one hike we heard the “Singing Mexican”. He stands on the Mexican side of Boquillas
Canyon and sings so his music reverberates in the canyon singing America
versions of Mexican traditional songs like “La Cucaracha”. He leaves a bowl on
the U.S. side for donations. Seems like a lot of work to cross the river twice
plus sit in the sun all day waiting for hikers to come along and then sing.
We
realized that Rio Grande isn’t really so big. Nothing seemed dangerous on these
border crossings. There are border checks as you leave the park so it’s not
like someone drives a bus of illegal aliens from the park every day. It seems
to work.
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