In the middle of a peaceful green valley where the salt air drifts in clean and fresh from the ocean, it can be hard to remember the chaos.
Drug shootouts. Smugglers scrambling down the canyons. When congressmen wanted tours of the area, they’d have to see it from the window of a helicopter because Border Patrol couldn’t guarantee their safety.
Then came the fences. One perimeter, then a secondary. The fences helped the Border Patrol reclaim this little sliver of the country.
But the fences did not stop the drug smuggling. With a near-infinite supply of money and resources on the other side, drugs continue to move under, around and through anything the country builds.