If you read about our search for the missing kayaks, taken from us by a flash flood on the lower Pecos River last June, then you’ll remember the group of campers from Ozona whose four new pick-up trucks were swept away by the same flood. In one Pecos River Journal entry
Who knows…what the thunder and lightning will bring,
Maybe the storm will cover my dreams,
Maybe the sun will shine no more;
Who knows…which way the wind is blowing, and when we look back on these things,
we won’t cry no more.
-Zac Brown Band
Part 1 – Denial
It seems like such paltry returns for so much work. We went down to the lower Pecos
Dan and I followed Miles‘s 4-wheel mule down the jeep trail to the Pecos River, just below Lewis Canyon. We came to a wide ledge and followed it downriver for about sixty yards, stopping at the large rock just as Dwight Childress’ group had done.
The plan was to get on to the lower Pecos River at Lewis Canyon, located a mile below our last campsite from the flood trip. We needed a ranch that would let us put into the river, and if we were lucky, it would have enough river frontage to maybe allow us to take out on the same ranch.