Saturday, February 28…Take Me To The River (Annie Lennox)

   I wasn’t tired last night; finally called it quits at 1 a.m. and still tossed and turned a bit before falling asleep. Not sure if it was because of twelve hours on the road, the 5-hour energy I had in the early afternoon, or the fact that I drove the last 3 hours of the trip.  Whatever the cause, it was a late night for me. The sun was fully up when I opened my eyes this morning. We’re in Central time zone, so even though I woke up at my normal Arizona time, the day is starting an hour later than normal.

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   Went to a little cafĂ© down the road for breakfast…there was some talk between a patron and the waitress about a well-attended meeting held the previous night. The man said “Well, I think they’re still going to do it, but at least….” Obviously, I didn’t have a clue what they were talking about. But it made a little more sense when we saw a protest crowd gathered at the intersection of 118 and 170. More than 100 people were holding signs protesting the building of a border wall.  Wait…are there plans to build a wall near Terlingua? Where? Down the middle of the Rio Grande?

Later, in the day, curiosity got to me, so I googled “border wall near Terlingua, TX”.  To my complete surprise, I saw this headline pop up on nbcnews.com:  “Texas’ Big Bend braces for border wall in national park, worrying local Republicans and Democrats”.    Wait, what?! A wall in Big Bend?? How did I not know about this? So, I read articles and listened to news reports and tried to make sense of the Customs and Border Patrol website. Initially, Big Bend had been slated for the type of technology that can monitor a remote landscape without physically destroying it. Now, on the CBP’s map, the “technology only” label for Big Bend has been replaced with a 112-mile “primary border wall system”, stretching from Santa Elena Canyon to Mariscal Canyon. That means sensors and cameras are out and steel bollard walls, patrol roads, and lighting are in.  Yikes! And the kicker is that the data of illegal crossings in this area doesn’t support the need for a wall of this magnitude in this area…locals say the technology approach would be sufficient.  

   What happens to the darkest sky in the country? What happens to the eco systems of the park or the animals/birds that call Big Bend home?  Would the park have to be closed during construction? What happens to the local economy when the tourism money takes a hit? The town of Terlingua is one mile from the west entrance of Big Bend; from what I see, this area can’t afford to take any economic hits. What are now deemed scenic trails near the river wouldn’t be so scenic and I have to wonder if the historical areas of the park would still exist. And last, but not least, will the wall deny access to the Rio Grande? No wonder protesters gathered today to voice their opinions.

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   Gabe is determined to hike the Emory Peak trail tomorrow. He’s doing it on his own; we’ll drop him off close to sunrise and he’ll call, text or send a smoke signal when he’s done. It’s a 10-mile roundtrip hike and estimated to take 6 to 8 hours. On our drive through the park today, we scoped out where the trailhead starts so we can adjust time accordingly to have him there near sunrise, which is roughly 7:20 a.m.  That means early to bed and early to rise which shouldn’t be a problem for me tonight.

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   The trailhead is up in the Chisos Basin. It’s an interesting drive and so full of terrain diversity. The muted colors of the desert scrub gradually changes to the deeper tones of the Chisos Mountains. Green trees, grasses, the shadows in the mountain crevices, etc.  Then it plays out in reverse, driving up out of the Basin down to the desert again. As expected, there’s a temperature change also as the elevation increases. Not extreme, though…just enough to turn off the air and open the windows.

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   Kim and Gabe went to check out the Fossil Discovery Exhibit while I sat under a covered picnic area, watching for birds. I did see a small to medium-sized bird that needs identifying but I was mostly entertained by ravens. One was not the least bit afraid to sit in the rafters of the picnic pavilion and raucously urge picnickers to move along so it could get the crumbs left behind. And another one sat out on a rock repetitively calling. It was obvious that this was a favorite hang out because of the amount of white slime running down the rock. The Lion King had Pride Rock…this part of Big Bend has the Poo Rock. 🙂

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   Then we drove to the Rio Grande Village, stopping at the Rio Grande Overlook on the way. Found out by talking to others that walked up behind us that we all expected to see the Rio Grande from that vantage point. Nope.  But we could guess where the Rio Grande was from the green vegetation suddenly sprouting up from the desert brown. Vegetation must have gotten tall enough to block the view of the water and no one thought to either change the sign or trim back the vegetation so the tourists wouldn’t feel tricked.

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   The Rio Grande Nature Trail was about a ¾ mile round trip hike with an 80 ft rise in elevation, with access to the Rio Grande River. It was located on one of the campground loops, but the only parking spots nearby were handicapped only. Gabe and I urged Kim told Kim to just park at the end of a looped drive of a campsite that no one was in. He did and we started on our walk. We got to the junction where the trail split and Kim said he had to go back and move the truck, that he’d feel bad if the person camping at the site came and found our truck possibly preventing them from getting their camper parked. So, he went back to move the truck, and Gabe and I continued on the path to the river. “It’s only 1000-feet this way”, he says, looking at his phone and briskly walking down the path. I walked my 1000 extra feet a bit slower as I wanted to conserve my energy on what was becoming a very hot day. Still needed to make it back to the truck, wherever that  was.

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   Heard the river rushing over some rocks before I saw it. It was maybe only twenty feet wide with a beach-type approach on our side and a 15-to-20-foot-high cliff on the Mexico side. Far different from the Santa Elena Canyon on the western side of the park, which also has a walking path to the river.  The canyon is 8 miles long, with 1500 ft walls on both sides and where the walking path meets the river, it’s about 100 feet wide.  Nothing so dramatic on the eastern side of the park, but still, it’s the Rio Grande River.

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   Someone was displaying their crafts along the Nature Trail. Little groupings of wire and bead items for sale on the honor system…each item was marked with a price and there was a can or pipe for the money.  Gabe thought maybe Mexican women were sneaking over at night to place the crafts and retrieve the money; I wasn’t so sure it’d be worth the chance of getting caught. I bought a scorpion to put on the shelf with the Guardians of the Camper:  Bendy Man, Burnie, Chad and Rocky.

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    On our way to the river, we heard a tinkling cowbell that I figured had to be on the Mexico side of the river, but we couldn’t find the source. Gabe finally found donkeys standing at the top of a distant high

cliff, and yes, they was on the other side of the river, with the cliff being set back away from the river. There were 4 donkeys. The donkey with the bell was switch-backing its way down the mountain, I’m sure enticed by the water. Two donkeys had followed at a distance, occasionally stopping and watching Bell Donkey. It was almost as if they were checking the path he was taking to see if they thought they could do it, too. A smaller, younger donkey remained on top, watching all of them. On my way back, just before I rounded the rocks, I looked back and the little donkey still hadn’t been tempted to head down. If it wasn’t so blasted hot, I would have liked to stay and see if Bell Donkey made it all the way down.

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   Saw 99o on the truck today. No wonder it was freakin’ hot on the way to the river.

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   Headed back to the RV to eat a quick bit of supper. Then Kim and Gabe drove back into the park to the stargazing program put on every Tuesday and Saturday night…I stayed back at the RV.  Didn’t even think of going out and looking for the planetary alignment because I’d read that it probably wouldn’t be visible with the naked eye. Plus, I wasn’t confident that I’d know what to look for.  As it turns out, the alignment took place before sunset out here so there’s that. Gabe thought the star program was pretty cool so that was a good trade-off.

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   Meanwhile, back in Arizona, a coyote was caught on the cell camera early this morning. So, that brings our list to four: roadrunners, jack rabbits, a javelina and the coyote. None have cast a wary eye at the camera as they scoot under the fence, so maybe they haven’t noticed it. Waiting for a squadron of javelinas to come through.