(Southwestern New Mexico.) I seem to remember driving across this river last year, when it was completely dry!
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| "Are you sure about this, Pops?" |
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| "I ain't no water dog, and I ain't doin' it." |
We biked upland, away from the river. The ground and grass seemed like ordinary NM ranch country. It was harshly tawny -- mostly dry grass with a few stickery things. But just under the surface was lava/basalt.
Then we rode by a surprisingly dramatic little canyon, with vertical rocky walls. I'm not sure what the name is, or whether it even has one. Did a stream carve this 100 foot deep slot through the basalt, or was there a crack in the basalt layer that the stream found an easy attack through?
I had to bring the bike and the Little Cute One down to the edge of the gorge to see if the noise I heard was wind or flowing water. It was water falling over a small waterfall. I was looking down into a private micro-paradise, with a waterfall, sycamores, and cottonwoods. How sweet and seductive little surprises can be!
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| These flowers are open in the morning. What about before sunrise? They totally close up in mid-day. |
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