Big Bend National Park
On Tuesday, as we were driving west on I 10, we decided we should drop down to Marathon, Texas and spend a couple of days visiting Big Bend National Park. And are we glad we did. This park is absolutely beautiful. It is a huge park and has a very diverse landscape. There are parts of the park that are formed by volcanic rock and other sections on which the Rio Grande River has made considerable changes in the last 1000 years or so. This section of the park, near to the Rio Grande, looked very fall like.
Since it was my first time this close to the infamous river, I had to pose. As we drove the miles of roads, each curve brought a new view. This tunnel exit provided a surprise vista.
And then a bit farther down the road, this Javalina just stood there and posed for me - Ok, so maybe he didn't stop but I did manage to get a pretty good shot of the wild piggy.
( There is a story in the park newspaper about a lady that wanted to go on a guided hike with a ranger, but since she had her "fifi" with her, she couldn't unless she left the pet behind, so she tied it to a picnic table by her campsite and off she went... When she returned an hour later, Mr. Javelina was just finishing the last morsel of his doggie dinner. )
The brochure told us that on this particular hike, if we wanted to visit Mexico all we needed to do was wave to the men across the river ...
and sure enough, there they were. It seems they will come (illegally) across the river by canoe to pick you up...
and sure enough, there they were. It seems they will come (illegally) across the river by canoe to pick you up...
And then take you by horseback into the nearest village to purchase native wares. The whole thing sounded exciting, but just a little dangerous, and very illegal! Later I read that you could be fined up to $2000 and/or one year in jail for re-entering the park via the Rio Grande Route.
On another section of the river, we saw the same thing, but the horses, grazing by a little stream, were prettier and it looked like the Nationals (that is what the park calls these entrepreneurs) had customers.
In another section, there was the remnants of a homestead from 1906 - boy if this old windmill could talk.
This is the one wall of the old homestead that remains. It is made of mud and stones from the Rio Grande. And below is the "new" windmill from the 1940's.
But it sure makes for great views. The agave plant in the foreground always captures my interest. I saw one decorated for Christmas by a house in town.
This roadrunner really did stop a minute to give us a look.
This roadrunner really did stop a minute to give us a look.
It is said that the "donkey's ears" barely visible in the picture below have served as a guiding point for ranchers and travelers for years in the Big Bend of Texas. And several miles down this road,
there they were, big as can be.
On the fartherest point south in the Big Bend National Park is the Elana Canyon. We arrived there late in the day and the shadows intrigued me. The wall on the left is Mexico and the wall on the right belongs to the U.S.; The Rio Grande flows between these walls and actually it used its force over the years to create this canyon.
Seems hard to believe that this docile river could be so powerful as to wear away rock and separate two nations. This is a tributary.
And this is the canyon from a distance and without all the reflections; two very sturdy walls standing 1500 feet tall.
Since it was about 4:00 by this time and we were over 140 miles from home, we decided we better use the most direct route... a 14 mile unimproved road through the desert, of course.
That time of the day was perfect for this "slow but sure" excursion. Gosh, I love our Jeep!
That time of the day was perfect for this "slow but sure" excursion. Gosh, I love our Jeep!
The fellow who built this home raised 8 children in it and lived there until he was a very old man - he died in the 40's.
This was the view behind him.
When we completed our off road adventure, we exited the park and encountered this fellow just a couple of miles down the road. He was not in a hurry so thank God we were going slow.
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