A Ride down the Rolling Rio
We had been planning some sort of raft trip in May and after many iterations of location we settled on the Middle Rio Grande. The weather leading up to the trip did not consist of the usual sun parched summer days. We had weeks of rain and all of New Mexico's rivers were swollen. The Rio Grande was true to name sake. So in two cars we set out south to escape the sounds and sights of the city and to enjoy life next to the banks of a river. |
| The crew about to depart from the launching point, San Acacia, NM |
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| "take your stations. Good rowing Imme!" |
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| "What do you see out there, first mate Paloma?" |
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| We reached our first nights camp in the early afternoon. To fill our time we, relaxed, hiked, and played in the river, particularly Semilla. |
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| The river rolled past our beautiful camp. |
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| So did the occasional rain cloud. |
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| The next day we rowed on. We covered over seventeen miles with not a lot of effort, the high water pushed us along nicely. Paloma had a turn at the sculls. |
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| That evening we camped in a very narrow and deep section of river. The sand waves crashed and the storm cells built. |
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| While swimming and hiking options were limited we found other means to occupy our time. |
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| day light hours passed... |
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| ...making way for the evening. |
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| The morning brought sun... |
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| and more water down river |
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| And we were off for another day of adventure.... |
