Mighty Dry Rio Grande

The crescent moon and Venus at dawn

When I was young, the Rio Grande would flood into the Bosque in the springtime and then dry up completely by the end of June and stay dry until the middle of July or the beginning of August after the monsoon rains started. After Cochiti Dam opened in 1973 and the Conservancy started holding water in Cochiti Lake, the spring floodwaters were controlled along with the flow of the Rio Grande. The river has not flooded into the bosque in Corrales in 50 years. The Rio Grande is currently running at its “natural flow,” according to the Conservancy, and it is down to a trickle on the west side of the sand bar at the Alameda Bridge, 3.5 miles south of where we live.

Standing on the bed of the Rio Grande looking north at Alameda Bridge.

Alameda Bridge, looking at the old bridge, now pedestrian. You can see the pillars of the new bridge on the other side. Note the large, rusty pipe running under the bridge. When I was in middle school, I used to get kicked off the school bus often, so I had to walk 6 miles to school, including crossing the old Alameda Bridge. One morning, a friend, who also got kicked off the bus, was walking to school with me. I decided to add some excitement to the walk and tried crawling across the river on the big pipe (painted back then). The river was running low, and while trying to crawl around one of the brackets that held the pipe to the bridge, I slipped off the pipe and fell into the river. I got to school half-wet, my clothes were drying out by the time I got to school, and I was covered with crusty mud. People used to tell my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing delinquent. Now that I think about it, I’m grown up and old enough to go on Medicare; those people were right. If I hadn’t dropped out of high school, I could consider going to the 50th high school reunion in 2026. Then those folks who are still alive could say, “I told you so!”

Intermission: Tradescant Rose.

Rio Grande archipelago

I believe this is a boat launch/landing area for rafts, canoes, kayaks, paddleboards, and the annoying airboat the Fire Department uses to patrol the river when the water is high.

Sunset

The Big Crane

No Sandhill Cranes yet, just a big industrial crane. One of the five HVAC units on the roof of the office building went out a few weeks ago, and we had to replace it. Today was the day. Robert with ABQ Elite has been taking care of our HVAC for the past two years. He replaced the unit with the help of one of Gino’s cranes. They had to take off one of the iron grates that covers the HVAC units, lift out the old unit, and lift the new unit into place. Robert’s technicians, Gino and Mr. Willams, the crane operator, were a great team and had the roof grate off, the units replaced, and the roof grate back on in an hour’s time. Mr. Williams is a skilled crane operator, moving the equipment with great precision.

This video shows an hour’s work compressed into two minutes. There is music with the video.

Mr. Williams and Gino

The Big Crane

Like A Bowl Of Strawberries

Silver thinks life is like a bowl of strawberries.

We remodeled the kitchen at the office this week. It all started Tuesday when I removed the cabinets in the storeroom so we could move the cabinets from the kitchen to the storeroom. Jake and I took out the lower cabinets in the kitchen and installed them in the storeroom, and then replaced the hot water shut-off in the kitchen. The new kitchen cabinets were installed on Wednesday. I installed a new, deeper sink and a new dishwasher. We have a new kitchen at the office.

Office kitchen before and after.

Coffee bar before and after.

Storeroom before and after.

Half moon and clouds this morning.

Spunk: “Life ain’t no stinking bowl of strawberries. It’s more like a stinking bowl of birdies!”

Flying X

The sky is so unsettled
Contrails cross into a flying X
Wavy clouds make me wonder
What have they been smoking?
Maybe my wrinkled eyes are playing tricks
My camera plays witness for the verdict
The clouds were high in the sky

Booms lowered
Oh! Stopped in my tracks
Orders of red lights flashing
Now the bells are ringing
Did I mention how I sat and waited?
Only fifteen passengers zipped by
Gosh! Those three train cars
Go upwards of 450 passengers, not mph
Like I could almost feel
Every dollar burning in my hand