I was perusing the dusty archives on my backup disk, and came across these jewels from a decade ago:
At the gateway to the park. Some people just can't be trusted to not climb on things.
A shot using the camera timer. Notice the poor attempt to mock a fellow biker.
After a strenuous hike from the Basin down to the "Window." We are mere inches from plunging a thousand feet to the desert floor.
Back in the days before 9/11/01, when you could take a boat across the Rio Grande, and then walk or ride a burro into Boquillas. The town seems to have all but disappeared these days. :-(
Sitting on the porch in Boquillas, basking in the relaxed feeling.
Tom's revenge for Lee's earlier mocking. Photo taken at the Pecos bridge overlook.