“It pleases me, loving rivers.” Raymond Carver
The San Pedro is one of two rivers which flows north from Mexico into the United States. Its headwaters are in Sonora and it flows about 150 miles from there to its confluence with the Gila River. It is the last major, free flowing, undammed river in the American Southwest. Being used to all three forks of the magnificent Yuba, I was unimpressed when I first met the San Pedro. I soon developed an appreciation, however, even when it was just a trickle.
The San Pedro about a month ago–June 2013.
A few weeks into monsoon season, I visited the San Pedro again. I’ve never seen it like this. When I was still a few hundred yards away I could hear its roar–a sound I’d never heard before from this river. I spent the early morning navigating its slippery banks, feeling the thirsty cottonwoods breathe their thanks.
Very interesting. I always assumed (having grown up near the banks of the mighty Mississippi) that rivers flow from north to south above the equator. Thanks, Carolyn.
In my lifetime I have seen this awesome river rise to the height of the bridge. Such a magnificent natural wonder yet it is threatened by future development.
I hope to see that some day! I too am sobered by the developers’ plans–read about it High Country News.
It flooded over the top of the Hereford rd bridge on July 9th. Hwy 92, 90 and 83 were all closed due to the river rising that high.
My friend Tony was just telling me that. Wish I could have seen it.
You are ready to dry out yet, Trilby? 🙂 Enjoy!
a brown/red river is a free healthy river – very nice photos
Great pics, We appreciate the River and Mom Nature for sure. Thank you for a wonderful and amazing monsoon…and Thank you, Carolyn!
Nice looking area Carolyn. What brought you there?
My parents moved to Cochise County the year my oldest was born–23 years ago now. I’ve visited there ever since, but more in the last few years, since my mom no longer travels. (My dad died right after 9/11). I didn’t appreciate the area at first–I was such a forest grrl. But the high desert has seeped its way into my bones since then, and in ways I’ve come to prefer it, think of it more as home. There is something about that huge sky….