Along the Rio Grande
The following
day was filled with contrast as we traveled through red rock strewn landscapes
that looked like photos from Mars, desolate miles of cactus, more rocks,
and tall, rugged mountains, seemingly devoid of life.
Interspersed
among the thorns, spikes and needles was the occasional band of native
horses and burros, seemingly content and carrying adequate flesh,
though
no one could figure out just what they ate.
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Riding into the
Sunset
By early
afternoon we had
reached
a ranching area and the beginning of a
colorful
canyon of rose colored walls and oddly shaped tuff formations.
We stopped
for lunch just past the ranch, at the edge of a high runoff where the canyon
opened up to show us its awesome splendor while we ate. The water of the
creek slowly rolled past at our feet and disappeared over the abysmal edge
of the runoff. This was by far the most beautiful setting (of many) along
the trail and a great place to stop for lunch.
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The Smile Says
It All
Lajitas
Stables is running one heckuva dangerous operation out there. I'm just
scared to death that a fool like me is liable, after experiencing what
I did last week on the "Old Mexico" ride, to completely go off her head
and decide she needs to find a whole new life in Lajitas. My words could
never convey what a most outrageously, extra- ordinarily great time I had.
Maybe the foolish grin in the picture (above) can explain what I cannot.
Karen
(from Minnesota)
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