After spending five nights in the Chisos Basin Campground, I moved to Rio Grande Village on the southeast side of the park and at a much lower elevation. It is a journey of only a few miles, yet the hills and valleys have a different look and feel to them. It seemed hotter during the day though the temperatures posted on the bulletin board belied the fact. Nights weren't quite so cold either.
I was enthralled by the cactus with the reddish needles.
And by these tiny flowers. These plants were perhaps 8 inches high, but the flower itself was only about one-half to three-quarters of an inch across.
The evening of my first night in the Village, I found my “spot” where I went each evening and several mornings to watch the sun set and rise. It was a short trail behind the campground, perhaps a mile in length, that took you to a hill overlooking the Village area. It is where I got my first glimpse of the Rio Grande and of the little village of Boquillas, across the river in Mexico.
Rio Grande Village from “my” hill. The Cottonwood trees were a welcome relief to the eyes. It was wonderful to see green again! And the shade they provided was greatly appreciated.
Sunset over the Rio Grande.
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