All winter, the river ran shallow, sometimes frozen enough for skaters and x-country skiers to play on. The unseasonable warm weather of March brought a quick, early thaw. Heavy snows in the high country raised the river more. Where once I couldn’t see it from the loop trail where I walk my dogs, I could see it easily. Even the little runoff channels that make up the slough were full, high and running fast.
People took advantage of it. Sometime the little parking area had heavy-duty pick-ups loaded with kayaks and boats that would be carried down the bank and “launched.” The current also brought out a paddle boarder or two.
As a kid in eastern Nebraska, I lived hear the Missouri, but I never really had the chance to watch it much. It’s also a pretty “old” river by the time it reaches Bellevue, where I lived. The Rio Grande is a “small” fast river in places through the San Luis Valley, but mostly it meanders across until it makes a sharp right turn in Alamosa and heads to New Mexico, carving a beautiful canyon outside of Taos. It’s a wonderful thing. I’ve loved it since I arrived in 2014 and first saw it, a dark gray ribbon wandering through South Fork.
The photo is the Rio Grande passing “my” slough in March!