We tried to find it by land but failed as the property is not bordered by a paved road and you must pass through adjoining property to reach it. Even with her older brother's instructions, we couldn't locate the small dirt trail leading to it and settled for tipping a few beers across the river at a small RV park and fish camp named Ellie Ray's.
About a week ago I got an email from Pat telling me that her cousin, Al Jr., had agreed to take her to the property on his pontoon boat and did I want to go. The rest is history.
|Launching at Ellie Ray's. The river is as low as I have ever seen it which makes the spring-fed Sante Fe crystal clear and stunningly beautiful.|
|Captain Al at the wheel. Couldn't have asked for a more congenial host. Al is 80-yrs old and happy to spend a day on the water. Ellie Ray's in the background.|
|The Sante Fe River on a brisk February day. If you look closely you can see the discolored water. That's the river bottom, clearly visible about 8' down.|
|I had seen on Google Earth that there were three depression ponds on the property and I wanted to walk to one of them for a look-see. The pond was dry but I was greeted by a meadow of day lilies.|
|A view of the Sante Fe on the return trip.|
|On the way home we passed Hannah's and had to stop for a photo. I always love getting out of the city and back to the land. Out here, the air is clean. Just breathing gives you energy.|