I’ve been in New Mexico for the last several weeks. Though I’ve visited many times I’ve never really gotten to do much traveling, which is a shame because the state has a number of very beautiful natural sites.
A few days ago I got a chance to visit Bosque Del Apache, located around 2 hours from Albuquerque. It’s a wildlife refuge in the Albuquerque Basin near the Rio Grande River that’s home to over 337 species of birds including cranes and even bald eagles.
I keep forgetting how much I love the wildlife nature thing. The Galapagos and my trip through the Argentinian estuary really super charged my inner naturalist, but even those moments are in part forgotten, their electricity faded by time and distance.
There was a moment at the Bosque where thousands of birds spread out above me filling the blue skies. I got a pic of it, but it hardly captured the exhilaration of that much life flooding the space above me. They came out of nowhere and then were gone.
It’s moments like that that connect all my other experience. It’s hard to be there and not feel my memories being revitalized, colored, given movement and life once more. And that’s a great reason to go after other such opportunities, ones that I’m realizing are closer at hand. After all I’ve never explored the parks of Texas.
At sunset we reached the viewing platform with all the other birders where the cranes typically all land at the end if the day. This was supposed to be the main show but nothing really happened that day. But it was more than ok, I had my moment, unplanned though it was. And ultimately that’s part of the addiction – the unexpected thrills often are the most exciting.