Since I'm living in a canyon I don't think my sunsets are going to be as pretty or as expansive as they used to be.
Not much was going on today. I walked up and down the Rio Grande for a while, trying to take a picture of a bird, but none of them would sit still long enough. As far as I can tell, there doesn't appear to be any interesting birds here. I like birds that are big, or funny looking, or make weird noises, anything that would distinguish them from your typical little brown birds. It appears the birds where I'm at all look the same. The real Birders who are also walking up and down the river like I am, trying to take a picture of a bird, have to find very minor differences in the birds to tell them apart.
LOOK! A Birder will shout; it's a Bluebellied Poopdecker! And three or four other Birders will run over to the tree in question where there are two or three birds that all look exactly alike except one has a beak that appears to be blue if the sun hits it just right... that just doesn't interest me.
I think I got interested in birds for their looks instead of their taste when my family moved to Miami, Florida. Before that, there was only one kind of bird that was of any interest to me, and that was the ones that tasted good. The ones that tasted good were things like Pheasants, Quail, Chickens, Doves, and Ducks. And those that didn't were Robbins, Blue Jays and especially Woodpeckers.
I remember the first little hovel we lived in when we moved to Miami, it was out in the sticks; but I could look out the window in the morning and see a Peacock, a Flamingo, and a big blue thing that was taller than me.... Those birds were interesting.
But once I got away from the jungle environment that used to be most of Miami, birds became a lot less Interesting as their size and variety diminished. So here I am boondocked 50 feet from the Rio Grande, and even though it's a popular place for Birders, I see them here every day; most of the birds I see in the area are LBJ's [ Little Brown Jobs ] and that's hard for me to get interested in.
I guess that's what happens when you're raised on the edge of the Everglades, where documentaries are made about the magnitude and varieties of the birds that live there. So after living in Miami for about 20 years you become a bit jaded about what kind of birds are interesting, which probably helps explain why I like the Sandhill Cranes so much, their tall, their weird, and they make funny noises.... They remind me of my family.
The Rio Grande is just a series of long puddles, some are connected and some aren't. I think this place would be real popular if there was actually a river running through it, because it is kind of pretty in a dry deserty sort of way.
The top of the dam is just visible a few hundred yards away. I wonder how fast I could climb up out of this canyon if I had to?
This is about half the boondocking area where I'm at. There are no hookups and as far as I know there's none available.