I want to call it
Semolina State Park. It backs on to the Rio Grande, the river that separates
the USA and Mexico. It is semi-desert for most of the year but due to higher
rainfall this autumn, the Park Rangers tell us it is greener than usual.
Seminole canyon runs into the Rio Grande.
The camping pitches
are large and well spread out, overlooking open countryside. This is our site
and camper (the replacement). We also get a shelter with picnic bench, the roof
of which you can see, that looks towards Mexico about three miles away. So we
get a great view of the wildlife and the illegal immigrants.
The park is all
about wildlife, especially birds. We have a cactus wren nesting in the picnic
shelter. It’s bigger than UK wrens, about thrush size.
Some creatures that
look ordinary are anything but. The desert snail living in a bush on our pitch
survives by sealing the entrance to its shell in dry periods and reappearing
when it rains.
On our walk to the
canyon overlook we notice a stick insect, almost invisible on a purple sage
bush. Well camouflaged.
Both there and on
the way back we walk through clouds of butterflies. This is a migration route.
We also see them in groups on the floor, as in the photo. As you walk past they
rise up and flutter around like confetti. Beyond my photography skills,
unfortunately, to capture the moment.
Then wonderful
sunsets to round off the day, just the kind the traditional cowboys would ride
off into.
A remote and lovely
place. But it has another dimension, coming next blog.
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