The first obstacle west of Santa Fe is fording the Rio Grande. This is where the adventure begins!
I was so enthralled by this reality-the Unknown, the beauty, and the solitude-that I shed a tear of joy. Hoo!
The descent to the river is steep and rocky, but there’s a faint animal trail you can follow. That is the thing about backcountry routes, animals have found a way already.
Along the bank grows a bio diverse habitat of thick green vegetation called a bosque. It’s dreamy from afar but menacing passing through it.
I anticipated waist high water so put my things inside a trash bag pack liner and got out my trekking pole.
And so there I was, beneath the early morning orange sun, fighting the mad brown water, the slapping sound of it overpowering my senses.
I made it half way across before I was neck deep and swimming my way back to a shallower place. What to do? There were no boulders or debris, so I turned my pack into a floaty and turned myself over to the river.