Longing to Return to The Rio Grande

O dry, prickly gorge. Surrounded by bandits and highwaymen. I long for you once more. Got a string of days. Hoping to make a trip out that way. See if the airstream is still there. If things have been stolen. Hoping to erect a basic fence like wall down below where we can sleep sheltered from the wind and cold. There is no such thing as a warm summer night in the San Luis Valley. The river has picked up at bit from the anemic 150 cfs it was running at Lobato earlier this month. 300 cfs might do the trick as far as a float trip. Wonder if I can convince the kids to accompany me on such a venture. Perhaps I can purchase and transport one more strong box for my belongings. Kind of itching to get down to Taos again as well. An interesting crime ridden place. A swirl of wealth and impoverished desperation creating a whirlpool of conflict. Always fun.