Rio Grande Colorado. Crossing the Lobatos Bridge looking downstream, the Rio Grande starts to wind it’s way through the beginnings of the low rocky canyon walls. It’s a wonderful feeling to stand on the bridge with the water moving relaxed and unhurried below when I get to ponder how many people have crossed the river at this point and who they were. And … before the bridge, did this point serve as a crossing point for pioneer wagons and prior to that the Spanish Conquistadors?
