Wild Rivers is in New Mexico. It is an area controlled by the BLM. It is where the confluence of the Rio Grande and the Red Rivers are. We initially pulled into a campsite that overlooked the Rio Grande. We were up on the rim. The campsite was not level and seemed as though the trailer could easily just roll on down the cliff to the water 600 feet below. I'm telling you there was NO backstop and the cliff ledge was NO more than 10 feet below the back end of the trailer. We had lunch there in the trailer. I was looking out with one foot under the table and one ready to sprint to the door. Needless to say, we did not stay there. Seriously Scary.
On the hike down to the confluence. It is an 800 foot drop over 1.2 miles. The Rio Grande River is on the right and the Red River on the left.
Big Horn Sheep Close Up. She is the only one in the Wild Rivers. The camp host has named her Lonely. I want her to have a boyfriend.
This is The Red River at the confluence just feet before it meets the muddy Rio Grande River. Bob is on a huge fallen tree that is just over the River. What is he thinking? He doesn't even have life insurance and he has the truck keys in his pocket.
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