I'm surprised nobody has come across any migrants yet. Some people who've been here a while say it might be because of the moon. Most migrants travel at night, rest during the day when it's hot. During a full moon the desert gets so bright you can see your shadow. On the new moon, everything is black. We're closer to the new moon, but it's waxing, coming back. This morning on patrol we hiked through a pretty active trail, there were clothes and empty water bottles and food containers strewn along the landscape. An empty backpack, a pair of jeans hung up in a tree to dry, as though their inhabitant was about to come back to claim them.
In training, they told us when we call out to migrants along the trail, we should say "Somos de la iglesia," or "we are from the church". The reasoning is that most migrants will relate to this, and trust us enough to ask for help. That makes sense, but for those of us who aren't "from the church", this feels a little uncomfortable. Wendy found some kind of compromise on our patrol this morning, calling out:
¡Somos homosexuales de la iglesia!"
I wonder if anyone will make it to their homes in the United States with stories about the homos from the church who left them water on the trail.
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