“I don’t see the desert as barren at all; I see it as full and ripe. It doesn’t need to be flattered with rain. It certainly needs rain, but it does with what it has, and creates amazing beauty.” ~ Joy Harjo
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‘Counting the Days’
For fifteen years now, that’s been the standard answer to the question of our next Big Bend adventure. Once upon a time, when the two of us lived on opposite ends of Texas, we would meet as friends in The Big Bend to strengthen our bond with each other and with nature whenever we could. Big Bend National Park was our camping and hiking paradise, the foundation for building what would become a life-long marriage and friendship.
Among our many hikes and memories there, a few of them stand out. There was the windstorm that threatened to carry us and our tents away. Another dangerous brush with dehydration taught me the wisdom of drinking often and helped seal our fate as a couple. The energizing skinny-dip in a natural hot springs might have been daring to do with friends, but the skunk who nosed its way into our tent while we were sleeping is the best one of all. (My dear friends who watched that chaos ensue from the warmth of your idling vehicle, you know who you are. Thanks for the memories.)
Since that last, skunk-y trip at the dawn of a new century, we’ve tripled our family size, traded contracting for full-time work, and gave up collegiate aspirations. Together, these wonderful life changes — many of which were unplanned — also ripped open a 10-year wide travel hiatus. The Big Bend would have to wait.
Counting the days.
Now that the kids are old enough, they know exploring remote areas is consummate to hanging with Mom and Dad. A trip to The Big Bend for them not only means hiking rugged terrain in the desert and mountains, it also means carrying their own water ration for the entire hike. They are capable. One day, they’ll either love us or hate us for making them do it, but for now, we all celebrate National Park Service’s 100th birthday by returning to Big Bend Country together…and getting a centennial stamp for our first national park romp of 2016.
As Nature As It Gets
The Big Bend could not contrast our life in the Houston suburbs more starkly. Sure, we’re already used to the half-hour drives across town; Houston is a rather sprawling city, after all. But with few other humans in the desert to get in the way, there is that notable absence of traffic and signals. The best roads to the best spots require a 4WD and a hefty helping of time to spare.
The Hot Springs
(4WD Access Recommended)
Any concrete or structures have a specific purpose in mind, but they’re generally non-existent.
Camp Ruins, Hot Springs
In Big Bend Country, it’s a 45-minute drive to anywhere…on the highway. If you want to go off-road, be sure to check your spare tire and pack more water than you think you’ll need. If you get stuck, you’ll want to live until help arrives.
The Window Trail
The day becomes day again, and night is night, and a more natural circadian rhythm quickly resumes with each wobbly spin of the earth. Spotty wi-fi and walkie-talkies fill the void of FM radio, TV, cell phones, or email. It’s like stepping back in time 30 years, where the relationship between you and the person looking back at you is at least as important as the water quenching your thirst.
It’s personal — not business — out in the desert. Everything is.
Sisters Getting Along
It is one of our nation’s most remote national parks, which also makes it one of the least visited. Within its boundaries is an entire mountain range swallowed up by desert and geology tens of millions of years in the making. It snuggles up to a whole ‘nuther country (some Texans like to think of ourselves as a stand-alone country) to the south with only a river separating the two. Humans on both sides of the river cooperate to protect the border and — in the name of eco-tourism — to keep the park alive and kicking.
Downhill Slide To Terlingua
Downhill Sliding
Boquillas Canyon Dunes
Named for a 90-degree curve in the Rio Grande from southeast to northeast, this vast Texas land was deeded to the federal government as our servicemen were storming Normandy Beach on D-day in 1944. A week later, president Franklin D. Roosevelt brought it into the national park system and continued his cousin Teddy’s legacy of protecting pristine lands from human defacement and exploitation, which is good because people just can’t seem to stop messing up a good thing.
A handful of paved roads and the more popular hiking trails were carved by the New Deal’s Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) way back in the 1930’s. Not much has changed since then. There’s still only one airport and a train station nearby, but recently a golf course popped up, went bankrupt, and popped up again. In the middle of a desert. Again, messing up a good thing.
Spring and fall are the most popular tourist-y times for good reason; it’s super hot days in the summer and freezing nights in the winter. We prefer the winter to all other seasons as bears and rattlesnakes are both relatively absent, reducing our risk on the trail with kids, and this time, we wouldn’t be camping in the elements. The birds are awesome at every time of the year, and tamer wildlife like deer, auodad, fox, and small mammals entertain children and adults alike. Cougar generally stay away from groups of people, but well-placed bear spray and pocket knives are with the parent units at both ends of the group — just in case.
As the days warm to only 55 degrees, jackets and layers can’t come off fast enough. This particular trip was shrouded in clouds for the first few days, so no sun and c-c-c-cold for most of our hikes. The kids endured.
Texas ‘Rain Sage’
Cenzio with Chisos backdrop, Cattail Falls Hike
Whether the sun is shining, hidden by clouds, or peeking over the horizon, the views from every part of the park are nothing short of spectacular. Sure beats the Houston flatscape.
Chisos Mountain Range
Over Cottonwood Trees
The Chihuahuan Desert is a giant rain forest except that all the plant life is under six feet tall. Just because there is little rainfall doesn’t mean there’s not plenty of life! Most of the park’s flora have evolved clever ways to hold onto their own water whenever it’s available. Succulent species — cacti, agave, cholla, ocotillo, yucca — have adapted thorns and spines to deter the local fauna from stealing their stores.
Careful..Don’t Trip!
It works. And it sucks to get ‘hit’ with one of them. The locals say that in The Big Bend if a thing doesn’t bite, stick, or sting, it’s probably a rock.
Water Source (If You Dare)
Pretty, Tiny Wildflower
(No bigger than my pinky fingernail.)
And if you can’t make a living in the desert, you probably won’t. Many species (like us humans) simply go make an easier living somewhere else.
Food Source (If You Can Catch It)
A few self-proclaimed ‘desert rats’ have opted to call this park home all year long. They’re a special breed, these wonderful folks, generally conscious conservation types, keen on living right with the land and day-to-day survival.
Window Trail
The miles-long view out of the basin into Mexico
The Endangered Rio Grande
Billy, our river guide, arrived to The Big Bend as many other desert transplants did: he first tent-camped as a visitor. Pretty soon, two years had passed and he decided that he was ‘more probably a resident now than a visitor;’ he settled down with a local girl and started his family in the place he loved. One thing is for sure. Billy is hands-down a most fantastic river and area guide as he is an invaluable historian on West Texas life. We — and especially the kids — appreciated every little tidbit of history he shared with us on our half-day ride through the state park.
Riding the Rio Grande
Like other natural American icons, the Rio Grande River is in trouble. In many places along the park you can walk across this once deep, raging river without even getting your knees wet. Worry is for good reason, too. This river makes up the entire Texas — and a good portion of the American — southernmost border with Mexico. With currently 75% of its head-water being taken annually for agricultural use on both sides of the border, this yield will only increase with population pressures, draining the river dry.
Hiking A Dry River Bed
With the changing climate, headwaters aren’t exactly replenishing. In fact, they’re shrinking. Heavy rains up-river may cause the floodplain to swell and ebb naturally, but the reality of the situation today appears to be dire.
Tossing Rocks Into Mexico
Rio Grande Pequeño’
Breaking The Law
Kids and Mexico Mud
It’s sad to think that this once great river, which formed the park’s beautiful canyons in much the same way the Mighty Colorado formed The Grand Canyon — over millions of years — might one day be gone.
Darkest Skies In Texas
To get anywhere fast in The Big Bend, a 45-minute drive is usually in order. Fewer people also mean fewer cars to drive past. The small townships actively avoid the bright lighting that washes out the sky in less thoughtful cities. This results in little light pollution and what may be the remaining darkest skies in the country — at least it is here in Texas. There are only four such ‘Dark Sky’ reserves in our state and boasting 800,000 acres of space, The Big Bend is by far the biggest.
At 8:00p, once the cloud cover lifted, it was easy to see the arm of the Milky Way gazing upward with the naked eye as we lay across the park’s concrete entry sign. Put a basic pair of 8X binoculars to your face and you’ll see stars in every nook and cranny of the sky. Eons of time it took for this starlight to reach our eyes here on earth; just be sure to cover your eyes as cars pass to save your night vision.
Small and insignificant never felt so amazing!
Big Bend Dark Sky
(Photo credit: Tyler Nordgren)
This trip marks both the end of a long, busy chapter in our lives as well as a very new beginning of the next wonderful one. We couldn’t think of a better way to start fresh than in the desert — clean, striking, vibrant desert.
And Big Bend National Park is just the kind of natural clarity we needed to carry us into a second 20 years together.
Big Bend National Park 2016
Only a short 15-year, 10-hour drive to get here.
Related Articles:
- International Boundary and Water Commission, About the Rio Grande
- International Dark Sky Association, Int’l Dark Sky Parks
- National Park Service, Big Bend National Park
Oh, thank you for the beautiful reminders of my favorite spot on earth.
If you’re ever traveling on River Road, I planted a geocache in 2005 with a silver coin, a small rubber ducky, a note with my email that’s probably no longer valid, and I don’t remember what else in a Mason Jar on a hill beneath a pile of rocks beside a bush. The picture is geo-marked so it might be easy to find. Or not.
I suspect the cache is still there; River Road is not what you’d call a heavily traveled road. Is it?
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I am tickled you enjoyed it! A geocache? How cool is that! I will have to make it a point to go find it when we return later this year. I don’t think any of the roads there are heavily traveled, but it would would be both an honor and a challenge to find that stash. Thanks for sharing!
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Of course, you’ll let me know should you find it. And I think you will, if it’s still there.
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Incidentally, how do I get the specifics on your cache? So we CAN find it when we go? I’m clueless about these things. Shoot me an email if you like.
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The rudimentary GPS I had listed the coordinates as N29 2.1816 W103 15.3997
which is somewhere along River Road. It would have made an excellent excursion in the Hummer.
A link from Google Earth should put you within 75 feet. But don’t go just for the cache, of course not. But a trip down River Road is a worthy adventure, I think. Although quite long and at times monotonous. Take plenty of water, and a two-way. I would also let the park rangers know of your adventure.
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Just got back from The Big Bend. WOO HOO! Unfortunately, there was a freakish snow storm that had us camped in for several days — no way in or out with roads closed. Will have to find your geocache next time. Hope you’re well, Peter!
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WOO HOO! Is right. I bet a snow storm in Big Bend was absolutely fantastic! Did you happen to be in the Chisos Mountains when it snowed? It must be fantastic in the snow. The geocache, if it’s still there — and I suspect it is — will be there next time. BTW I never got around to posting an update about Eby/Edy (we don’t know, female or male) Anyway she’s doing well. We bought a large dog house, put some straw in it and set it on the dock for her. But she never goes in. Maybe when it gets colder.
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So he/she stayed! How divine. The snow made the trip an adventure for sure, but it squashed all our day hike plans. Was still extraordinary.

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I’ve been to Carlsbad Caverns, awesome. And so you camped in the Chisos, bravo. Though I too have slept beneath the stars in the midst of majesty, I now much prefer the confines of mountain lodging. But I salute each of you to brave the snow and cold. And snowmen? Who would have thought?
Here, this photo in stark contrast to the frosty Casa Grande Peak.
Thank you for the pictures and for the renewed longing to visit Big Bend, again.
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Glad to get you itching to return to The Big Bend, and thanks for sharing your gorgeous cholla and Casa Grande! The Basin a fantastic place from which to explore. Hope you get back soon, Peter.
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Love this! Sounds like a great trip!
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It was a GREAT trip. We are still not completely recovered. Itching to get back already!
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I didn’t know about your history at Big Bend, so this return visit was extra-special for you. I’m happy that you managed to go.
Your kids may have had some reservations about the trip (like carrying their own water), but they seem to have had a good time. You know that after they’ve grown up they’ll fondly remember the trip and the family togetherness.
I like the phrase “Houston flatscape” even if you don’t like the thing itself. In Austin, the Balcones Fault approximately parallels Interstate 35 and divides the town into the flat east side and the hilly west side. We lived for years on the prairie side, but 12 years ago we moved to the hilly side and I’ve been happy ever since that we did.
It’s sad that the Rio Grande has dried up so much. You’re probably aware that it doesn’t always even flow all the way into the Gulf of Mexico anymore.
As remote as Big Bend is, I have to think that some of the national parks in Alaska are more remote and much harder to get to. At least Big Bend has good highways to get you there.
Your photos bring back memories of our visit 10 weeks ago—almost yesterday. From what you’ve said, you’ll make it back there again long before we do. There are so many other places we want to visit.
Happy clarity as you launch into your second 20 years.
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Yes, our history does lend a different angle on the place. I’m glad to get the post done if no more than to come back and read it and dream, dream, dream!
Hm…I seem to have overlooked one (or two) of our 50 states. Perhaps it might be better to call it most remote ‘ in the lower 48’ to DRIVE to. However it is, the I-10 corridor is not my favorite stretch of highway. It’s no wonder that of our 58 national parks, it is one of the least visited (17th from the bottom).
We are planning a trip back, hopefully for bird migration, provided the kids can get caught up enough with school before state testing. It’s gonna be a time crunch…but they really want to go back (and so do I!).
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Happy snow on your Big Bend return!
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We did finally get back — two years later! And that freak snow dusting you got early in the month in Austin? We camped in it, and it was slightly more than a dusting.

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Lovely! I have so many ants in my pants for going camping again – anywhere! Nevermind waiting for the wee years to allow for backpacking.
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‘Ants in my pants’ is what I’d call it too! It’s why we’ve camped in the backyard for so many years. It’s nice now that the kids are older. I hope you guys get to hit the trail soon. 😀
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