The first meeting of the Rio Grande Young Farmer’s Coalition was held at Old Town Farm. A sunny 75 degree day and the time to enjoy it are an uncommon pairing these days. I am furiously buying selling building fixing and donating to prepare for our May 8th departure. After surveying the scene from the vantage of a long-unused treehouse, I joined forces with Jeremy and went searching for something else.
Sun setting sweet summer day in April
Farm fresh long hairs on bikes and beat up pick-ups enjoy bluegrass and brew poured into thrift store ceramic mugs
Cottonwoods snowing silently, the biggest snowfall of the year
Borrowed bike with fat tires and fenders
Sprint on sand, sprint on pavement;
under the interstate and across the bridge onto doubletrack singletrack and sandytrack to the secret swimming spot along the RIo Grande
Undone shoelaces, belts and button-ups;
piles of t-shirts, pants and socks
Run across silty shallows looking for deeps– much like Gulf Coast beaches–
alternately shallow and knee-deep braided river, barefeet running to sediment bars tracked with a million bird’s feet
Shooting for a far-off ropeswing, probably swings into four foot shallows anyway
Float, swim, flounder downstream back to piles of threads and steel
Back home by dusk, by way of the well-known route
Back home, to a memory of New Mexico winter, now sunny and eighty degrees
From a treehouse to the river via bike in less than twenty minutes. From New Mexico to the Netherlands in a day, soon.