In the spring of 1981 I bussed and then hitchhiked from Houston to the Pecos River, where I put in my inflatable raft, with a view to reaching the Rio Grande. This would have been highly impractical under the best of circumstances – read “water actually in the river” – but there was suddenly enough […]
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