I will tell you the story of the drive here, of the heat stoke I neared to having and the way I don’t regret the experience at all later, in a more comprehensive post. For now, let me just share the photos of my favorite part of my trip to Big Bend.
Of all the things i’ve found a hard time explaining about my visit to Big Bend, finding a way to accurately describe the heat we experienced is probably up there in the Top 5. Of course, there’s a reason we encountered barely anyone while traipsing from Mule Ears view point (seen in the first 5 photos up above) to hours later when we (ok ok, this was solely my decision and more on that later) took our lives in our hands to travel down the dirt road that is the East River Road. And that reason would be that more sane-minded people realized how incredibly hot it would be in a desert environment park in the southern part of Texas at the end of June.
By the time we hit this part in our road adventure, temperatures were hitting a nice 109°f/42°c and winds were picking up to a violent fervor, making it a special kind of hellish. After my second time stepping out of the car to get a good shot and being buffeted by scorching winds that literally took my breath away in a rather painful way, I did the only rational thing you could expect me to do. I stripped down to my tank top, sprayed on some more sunscreen, wrapped a long sheer scarf around my head and face and- got right back to photographing the landscape. The goal of taking the river road (and trust me, I will expound later on why exactly a goal was needed to keep motivated while traversing this rock riddled suggestion of what a road should be) was to make it to the abandoned Mariscal Mine area. There’s a terrifyingly raw and visually arresting kind of beauty to be found just making your way down this road though, even with no eventual goal in mind.
As always, the full comprehensive post of how we got here, what exactly we did and the best places to see – that will all be saved for the last post when I finally sit myself down to comprehensively write it all out in a way that makes sense. (right now i’m tempted to just snap a pic of the whole map, circle it and write in big red marker “visit all of it!”)
For now, have a look at the sights to see down on Old Maverick Road, as we made our way towards Santa Elena Canyon. The desert is colorful and sparkling bright so much so that my eyes watered and it had nothing to do with the incredible heat.
More photos and words to come about this past long weekend trip I took with the bf down south to Big Bend National Park. For now though, let me just say I didn’t expect my first time seeing a real live bear to be in Texas, but life has a funny way of being unexpected doesn’t it?