The US/Mexico Border Daily

Section Eight: Fort Hancock to Presidio



Section 8: Fort Hancock to Presidio


Day 89

6 miles


We were chowing down on eggs and French toast at Angie’s Restaurant across the street from our hotel when Craig from yesterday happened to show up. He greeted us kindly and offered to let us stay at his family ranch down south of here, twelve miles after the pavement ends on Indian Springs Road. The house had a padlock on the door and he gave us the combo. It would save us from having to spend the night in a tent and would give us a much-needed (temporary) sense of security. Shew thank you. THANK YOU.


Next up was Terri Shirley. Based on everyone's recommendation she was the right person to call next. She is the caretaker of the Indian Hot Springs, an old resort fifty miles south of Fort Hancock. Terri was exuberant and friendly, she answered the phone with enthusiasm and within moments had extended her hospitality to us. She wouldn’t be there but would leave the doors open so we could use the water and sleep inside. Wow! She knew what was up too and very matter-of-factly told us about life at the hot springs. There are almost no roads into her place and yes there are “illegals” but they only want food and water. Most of the migrants that wander onto her property are lost, someone drops them off at the border and they're left to blindly navigate east. Usually they’re from Guatemala and Honduras. Oh and she has dogs!




Next the phone in our room rang, it was Robert Newman and he was out front. Be right out! What an incredible whirlwind of help. We were anxious about the schedule we needed to stick to but decided Robert was the clear priority here.

Why even hesitate for a moment to get coffee?



We all sat down for our second cup of coffee of the day and started going over our plans with an expert. Robert was a deputy sheriff in the area and asked us to check in with him daily while we were out. He joked that he’d be the one sent in to recover our dead bodies so he might as well know ahead of time where we would be. We’re happy to have someone watching out for us and happily shared our GPS coordinates and map. We will take every bit of help we can get at this point.




Even with the late start we wanted to put in miles today in the hopes of easing some of our anxiety. The road by the railway made for easy miles. Abutting the road was a strip of trailers, roosters were fussing about the yards and dogs barked. Past the development the scenery was all farmland. Each massive crop enveloped a tiny farm house from all sides.


Not much else notable except the swarm of government vehicles that were out on the roads today. On road 192 there were at least ten officials, a state trooper, the sheriff deputy, a couple more police cars and multiple Border Patrol. At this point probably everyone in the county had been notified about the two crazy girls, at least we’re being taken care of!