A Lonely Grave Where Nothing Lives Forever
SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: “On a hill far away, Stood an old rugged cross”… A graveyard is a lonely place, and an abandoned one makes for the loneliest of all. For some reason people congregated at a certain spot, dreamed dreams, lived life…
Surprises in Avery Canyon
The Hidden Gem that is Pine Canyon
Life is Change, Good or Bad
SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: Up from Croton Spring, between the two branches that fork off the attending arroyo, sits a low pass joining these two watersheds. To this day remnants of old trails can be found running hither and yon in this area,…
Beware of Comfortable Places in the Desert
SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: When summer comes to this unforgiving land, the wary and wise adjust their sojourning accordingly. Even the wildlife does so, and they know their challenging environment better than any man. They lay up during the day more, and those…
Respect Private Property
SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: Evening was coming on as I finished the last mile of a day-long loop along the western slopes of the Rosillos. Atop some high ground, I looked behind to watch the golden hour settling in across the face of…
Cuidado: The Desert is NOT Your Friend
SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: This past Wednesday found me prowling along the northern reaches of the Rosillos, enjoying the rich verdancy of recent rains that will soon disappear. Then the only greenery will be at Buttrill Spring, hidden from view by the foothills…
Those Who Stand in the Breach
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Yonderings: Trails and Memories of the Big Bend
It was a time before Terlingua Ranch and chili cook-offs, and when you could drive a hundred miles without seeing another vehicle or another person. The year was 1961, and the tides of humanity which ebbed and flowed into the lower reaches of the Big…