This will be the last weekly edition of Crossing the Border, a limited-run newsletter from The New York Times.

The end of the road

A note from Marc Lacey, national editor

I woke up one morning some years back extremely confused: I was unsure which side of the border I was on. Was I in America? Or was I in Mexico? It was back when I regularly crossed the Southwest border as a New York Times correspondent, sometimes bunking down for a night in El Paso, for instance, and the next over in Ciudad Juárez, which from inside a darkened hotel room is really quite the same.

Most of us experience no such confusion. We know exactly where we stand when it comes to the border. In this newsletter, Times correspondents have aimed to bring the complexities of this fascinating region to life. We hope you’ve enjoyed. Although “Crossing the Border” will no longer appear weekly in your inbox, our focus on the border, all 1,954 miles of it, both sides, will not fade.

Running out of room on the border

By Mitchell Ferman in McAllen, Tex.

In March, there was widespread public alarm after a spillover of migrants in El Paso forced hundreds of them to spend days underneath a bridge with little hot food, torn Mylar blankets and gusts of desert dust.