This is not the larger better know river with the same name that forms the border separating Texas and Oklahoma. This Red River is a small mountain stream spawned in a canyon in the Carson National Forest. in North-central New Mexico. The small tourist town of Red River New Mexico is on its banks as it leaves the canyon to begin its short course to the Rio Grande above Taos. Here are some pictures taken up the canyon near its source and in the village.
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Here Jack is pointing out the 6 mile trail to Wheeler Peak which is the highest point in New Mexico. We did not do the hike which is quite rough with a 4,000 foot elevation climb. |
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Here are three picture of the river high in its canyon. Here quite near its source it is no more than a brook of clear, cold, running water. We saw several small beaver ponds and its waters contain trout of several specie. In the picture I am on a bridge over the stream while behind me afternoon clouds are suggesting the possibility of a thunder storm. The two pictures below are typical river pools and falls.
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This is downtown Red River. The pond doubtless was
left over from some previous construction. It was made into an off
stream lake by a simple gravity feed from the river several hundred feet
to Jacks left.. On Saturday there was a Chamber of Commerce sponsored
fishing tournament at the pond that had been freshly stocked for the
occasion with rainbows just the day before.
The tournament did not enjoy popular success. There were no more than 15 participants six or eight of whom caught maybe a total of a dozen or so rainbow trout. Jack caught the two in the picture; George Crawford caught a few and I think Jeanette, Georges wife caught a few also. I was skunked but none the less I won a $50.00 gift certificate from a local restaurant as did every participant irrespective of success or failure. It seems there were more prizes than participants so every one won something. More importantly several of the tourist participants who caught fish, not wanting to mess with keeping them, gave their catch to George Crawford. As a result that evening we dined at George and Jeanette's house on grilled rainbow trout.
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Jack and I had lunch at a local fast food diner. Jack and Lucy Ann
are pictured at the table waiting for their order to arrive,
After lunch we attended the "Aspenfair" that is an annual local event in commemoration of the Aspen changing from summer green to autumn gold. The final two pictures appearing below were taken at this event. I bought a jar of home made blue berry Jam that was quite good, but an $5 a bottle was a dollar plus change more expensive that he imported French product that I have become partial to have on my breakfast toast. While we were present the really good country-western band in the final picture were playing their afternoon set. |
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