After spending five nights in the Chisos Basin Campground, I moved to Rio Grande Village on the southeast side of the park and at a much lower elevation. It is a journey of only a few miles, yet the hills and valleys have a different look and feel to them. It seemed hotter during the day though the temperatures posted on the bulletin board belied the fact. Nights weren't quite so cold either.
And by these tiny flowers. These plants were perhaps 8 inches high, but the flower itself was only about one-half to three-quarters of an inch across.
The evening of my first night in the Village, I found my “spot” where I went each evening and several mornings to watch the sun set and rise. It was a short trail behind the campground, perhaps a mile in length, that took you to a hill overlooking the Village area. It is where I got my first glimpse of the Rio Grande and of the little village of Boquillas, across the river in Mexico.
Rio Grande Village from “my” hill. The Cottonwood trees were a welcome relief to the eyes. It was wonderful to see green again! And the shade they provided was greatly appreciated.