Tonight we camp in the mesquite above the rivers flood plane. We'd been following the river south after reaching the valley, and looking for a good spot to park-up for the night. This track leading into an abandoned homestead was just what we we're looking for.
We do hike the cattle trails under the newly leaved cottonwoods and down to the river bed. It's dry this time of year, in this place. That's what rivers in the `Zona are like. Sometimes they have no water, sometimes too much (for a day or two), sometimes the water's above ground, and sometimes it's under the sand of the bed.
Seeing a river full past the banks . . . shaking the bridge that it flows under . . . that's something that you can't put on your calendar, a planned vacation like the turning of the leaves in the NE. It's all about being around here long enough (sometimes years) and having several storms follow each other though in close procession . . . then the rivers race!