A handful of people huddle along the busy Ensenada Highway on the Mexican side of the fence, peering through holes in the steel curtain that marks the U.S. border. They wait and watch. In the distance, 12 miles away, is a postcard view of the city of San Diego. The Coronado Bridge stretches across blue waters, and the skyscrapers of downtown pierce the sky — all just an opportunity and a short sprint away. On the U.S. side of the fence, a Border Patrol agent in a Jeep Wrangler stares back. Full Story