Crossing the River

Gut feelings, a passport and some luck will take you far... or maybe kill you

I have a dear friend who is always telling me, “when in doubt, do the thing.” So I did.

The other day, I walked across the Mexican border at Eagle Pass, Texas to meet a couple guys I’d never seen in real life, jump in their SUV, drive four-plus hours into rural Coahuila, Mexico, to a ranch so large it might as well be Rhode Island, and so far from the n…