2 volunteers and I went to the mountains very near the border with Mexico to make some water drops. We walked only about 0.3 miles but to them but most of it was uphill. It started raining just as we were leaving.
Ochotillo forest.
The drop. There are more water bottles under the crates, as well as blankets and socks.
In some parts of the desert, water bottles have been cut open with knives by BP agents and local ranchers. Given the circumstances the migrants are facing, such actions are nothing short of murder.
The end of the trail. It was tough during the daytime, and we stopped halfway to have some water. Imagine doing this at night, walking at a fast speed; knowing that you are being potentially followed and that if you fall down and sprain your ankle you will probably be left behind.
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