Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #302

Dusk time on the Rio Grande in T or C

The Rio Bravo, just a shadow of it’s previous flow, but still stately in places. Although not as blue as the sky reflecting off the surface, it was filled with life, carp surfacing, Red Wing Black birds, Barn Swallows, and Neoropic Cormorants all dancing and skimming across the surface. A brown lab chasing a tennis ball time and again for the joy of self,master, and me. A truly peaceful time held in by reflections of life, past and the river and sky. It feels like you could drift with this for hours.

Reflect on what is and yet to be on your journey†††nada te turbe††††††††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #242

Rio Grande river in the Big Bend with view of Chisos in the background.

Edward Abbey said it so much better than I, so I will use a couple of his quotes that travel where my pen doesn’t go.

“Half the pleasure of a visit to Big Bend National Park, as in certain other affairs, lies in the advance upon the object of our desire. Coming toward the park from the village of Lajitas deep in west Texas, we see this rampart of volcanic cliffs rising a mile above the surrounding desert. Like a castled fortification of Wagnerian gods, the Chisos Mountains stand alone in the morning haze, isolated and formidable, unconnected with other mountains, remote from any major range. Crowned with a forest of juniper, piñon pine, oak, madrone, and other trees the Chisos rise like an island of greenery and life in the midst of the barren, sun-blasted, apparently lifeless, stone-bleak ocean of the Chihuahuan Desert. An emerald isle in a red sea.”

-Edward Abbey, “Big Bend”

“We wake at dawn to discover the desert hills shrouded in rolling clouds of vapor, seeming remote and mystical as the Mountains of the Moon. A rare and lovely sight and we are sorry to leave. We console ourselves, as we always do, with the thought that we’ll be back, someday soon. We will return, someday, and when we do the gritty splendor and the complicated grandeur of Big Bend will still be here. Waiting for us. Isn’t that what we always think as we hurry on, rushing toward the inane infinity of our unnameable desires? Isn’t that what we always say?”

-Edward Abbey, “Big Bend”

Travel where your heart calls you on your journey†††nada te turbe†††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #240


We had a great visit to Big Bend National Park. God give us an incredible amount of presents to view.

We are new to trailer camping and for the most part, it is a nice comfortable way for us that have grown too brittle to sleep on the ground. All that being said, we stayed at Rio Grande Village campground and I am sorry to say, (& I do like kiddos) were surrounded by little rug rats that had never been taught the courtesy of camp etiquette. They were constantly very loudly cutting through our camp, usually jumping up to look in our trailer. I didn’t think I wanted to be around anymore kids (granddaughter L.J. excluded) for a long time.

Imagine our surprise at showing up at Dugout Wells and having a herd of 25-30 Javelina (collared peccary) cross our path. At the end of the procession were these two young-ins that were all of 8 inches in length. They were pedaling their little hoofs as fast as they could to stay up with those longer legged adults. I got to tell you they were cute and it was us who were invading their space in the desert.

Take care of whose space you invade on your journey†††nada te turbe†††jim