We had left our hot and tired photographers chilling in the pool and later the bar.
The day had been long and full and even the lovely Sierra, who took care of us at dinner, could not keep us up.
You too can pretend to be the owner of all you survey (at least temporarily) and rent a refurbished wing of the house from Big Bend Holiday Hotel.
As you can see they don't gather for sunrise.
Although there is quite an interesting assortment of places to stay in and around Terlingua, finding breakfast in there can be a challenge. And as the sun got higher and the shadows shorter, we drove to Study Butte. Terlingua Creek actually had running water in it thanks to the recent rains.
There is nothing quite so beautiful to me as the smell of rain on the desert.
The vertical walls of St. Elena Canyon, as well as Boquillas and Mariscal, have been etched by time and water through the primarily limestone plateau of the Chihauhuan Desert. For 118 miles the Rio Grande winds along the southern park boundary separating the United States and Mexico.
We took US 90 almost to Lake Amistad. The road was rich with old abandoned buildings belonging to a time before freeways, and eventually we ran out of time.
As usually happens once you point the horse towards the barn, you end up racing home.
We will ride together again and next time we will take the long slow way getting there because that is half the fun and the B side is a race home.