A Salty Tale in Several Parts
5. Watching the Pecos go 'round the second bend
McDonald Road takes us to the beginning of the next big bend in the Pecos River, and just for fun and exercise we attempt to walk alongside it and follow it until it becomes too difficult to (1) stay beside it, and (2) see any water (those two difficulties are related, as you will see). From near yet another one-lane bridge we look upstream as the river bends, turning from southbound to eastbound once more:
To the left of my car is yet another one-lane bridge over the river, and now we are looking in the direction we will attempt to walk along, to follow the river as best we can. If you think the first part looks easy you have not reckoned with it being very salty, sticky mud, yuck!
Those tire tracks were made at an even drier time, because my feet sank down deeper than these tires did, and I am NOT heavier!
As we walk we try to stay by the river's side, but that becomes very unpleasant and difficult because of thick brush and tall grass, all of which seem to have spiked seeds to grab my shoes and clothing and crawl toward my skin in my clothing and even in my shoes as I move. There are very persistent and clever barbs on these seeds. So, we go for higher ground looking for an opportunity to return to the river's side: an opportunity that never came!
At one point we get right to the edge of the cliff overlooking the river:
We walk on (and on) until we get to where the river has made its southward turn again, and this is as close as we can get to the water without considerable discomfort:
At the very end it was not possible to see where the flow was without barging through a river of very thick and very aggressive vegetation:
The river may actually have gone largely underground at this point, to re-emerge later, as suggested by the above view as well as some satellite images. So at this point we give up. Sorry.
So we walk away, taking a 'shortcut' back to the car that requires belly-knee-elbow style crawling under several barb-wire fences (I remember how to do that from basic training in the military, but did not need as much vertical clearance at that time). Then at one point we look back and think that we see the river, a sliver of it, on the far side of the river-of-weeds! We are (aren't we?) momentarily tempted. But sore feet help and an empty water bottle convince us of the wisdom of going back to the car. After all we still have a whole other river to go and see!
Enough of the Pecos. Let's go back to where the Black River ended as it flowed into the Pecos, and follow it upstream to its very beginning.
Meeting the Pecos southwest of Nash Draw (1)
Where the Black meets the Pecos (2)
The first bend east of Malaga (3)
A salty tale near Malaga Bend (4)
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