border crossing

We headed down through the Big Bend area to see if we couldn't reach the river, the Rio Grande.

(February 1st) - 88 degrees at midday and relative humidity at about 9 %. Wind out of the southwest, gusting 50 to 60 miles an hour. With the wind, I could barely open the truck door, and on several occasions, found myself scrambling through the cactus, chasing after a blown away hat.


the Mexican border in sight

the Rio Grande's canyon walls

And finally arriving hours later, on the bank of the Rio Grande. Knuckles and I could have easily swum across, but on the Mexican side, the canyon walls were over a thousand feet high. And, not the easiest access into Mexico.