My son and I took a trip back home the week before last. It was awsome.
The Rio Grande holds a lot of memories for me. It’s nothing like it was 20 years ago, for sure, but the beauty of it still captures my eye. There used to be a lot more water in it. So much that I used to have dreams of being swept away in the drift.
There was a place we called “The Ropes” that had a rope hanging from a tree that you could swing off of. We would “skid-board” along the beach too (you would run and throw a body board in front of you along the water line and jump on it….like the idea of surfing). My teenage years were full of parties at the river, too.