Well! Five point seven/eights miles to be more precise. While it’s only a mile and a half between mile marks as the river flows, and the treks to the river and back, plus all the winding around on different paths in the bosque added up. This was the longest walk Jake has made with me since he moved in.
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Beaver point is at the 194.5 mile mark
Surprisingly, I saw a dragonfly. The temperature was around 48º F (~9º C).
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Bushwacking on our way to Three
Three. A couple of dragonflies lying eggs in the shallows.
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On the way to Five
Five
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The Portal to Seven. Seems all portals look the same!
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Jake recharged his pee-shoot in the Rio Grande by a cocklebur bush at the 194-mile marker.
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Søren seemed impressed. Or not!
Spunk: “Why take a stinking 6-mile walk in the bosque when you can lounge in fresh-dried underwear?”
Silver: “Whoa! I can’t beieve you made Jake walk that far!”
Jake was a little slow after his long mile, and got caught in the skeeter net again.
A couple of women were walking five dogs and let two loose to chase the coyotes. Jake was not happy about those dogs chasing his coyote pals.
Coyotes with cranes overhead
Dusk from the spot where photo Two was taken.
Off Center & Not Even 