Rio Grande

Sometimes I have the superstitious feeling that life is like a video game. You can’t “have” something until you’ve completed all the steps you need to, and the steps are arcane and mysterious. Then you can “level up.” Strange as it seems, as long as I’ve lived in Monte Vista, I have been looking for the Rio Grande. Yeah, yeah, I looked on maps and saw how close I was to it while hiking, but I didn’t get to it until today.

When I moved out here two years ago, I lived in a cabin near the river, up in South Fork. The first few times I saw the river in the middle distance, I thought it was a road. It looked black/gray and wandered through a golf course. Then, at 4 a.m. one Sunday morning which Lily T. Wolf (RIP) needed out, I found myself in the field in complete silence and I heard it. The river, and I knew it was no road.

I love rivers. As a kid in Nebraska, I lived by the Missouri and sometimes hiked along a railroad track that ran beside it. Visiting my mom during the many years she lived in Montana, my river was the Yellowstone. One of the things that drew me here was the Rio Grande. As of today, it is my river.


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5 thoughts on “Rio Grande

  1. You’d sure like it around here. We have RIVERS. And streams and ponds and more rivers. It’s a watershed, so wherever you are, even if you can’t see it, you are never more than a quarter of a mile from a river.

  2. I love hills, mountains and rocks of all sizes and descriptions–my home is full of rocks and stones (ordinary and semi-precious), and one chunk of a petrified tree in rusts and browns that I got in Colorado from a native American seller and use as a bookend. Lakes and rivers I’ve always lived near, so they’re less of a draw for me. Beautiful nature!

  3. Me too, Martha! I adored Colorado (Mesa Verde), and Arizona (Navaho National Monument) as well, when we visited that area more years ago than I care to think about. Part of me felt as though I were somehow home. They were a feast for my eyes. I figure I must have lived in that neighbourhood in some other lifetime.

    No more travel for me at the moment, though. Caregiving is pretty much a full-time job these days. Thank God for reading and writing; they occupy my mind and imagination and keep me from getting bogged down. πŸ™‚

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