Me (left) June and Armando, our guide. No illegals coming across, no drugs, no cartel soldiers, but this was in the middle of really bad territory. Nothing on this side or the other. This was in Big Bend, last March. Still, I’m surprised at the loneliness, lack of activity, lack of people. Here it’s a shallow river and Armando grazes his horses on the other side where there is better grass. Nobody bothers him. April got this picture on her iPad.
This is April on Indira, her Andalusian, as we were coming up the Blue Creek trail.