Moominmama's Adventures

  Wherein Moominmama camps near the Rio Grande and takes advantage of the chance to visit Boquillas,  Mexico... Having seen the mountains of Big Bend National Park and Santa Elena Canyon on the west side, Moominmama opted to camp in Rio Grande Village for a few days to see what life was like along the river. It came as a surprise to find there is a legal border crossing between this area of the park and a small town called Boquillas del Carmen in Mexico. So Moominmama made her first ever trip to Mexico! This involved a walk-in one-room border station on the U.S. side, then a stroll down to the river where rowboats manned by the Mexicans could ferry one across for $5 round-trip. But as luck would have it, the river was only knee deep at this spot, and Moominmama just walked across! Once across, visitors can get a ride in someone's truck or hire a horse or burro to walk the half-mile into town. Again, Moominmama opted to go under her own power. We were instructed to stop in town...

  In which Moominmama observes Texans' fight to stop Trump's wall within their national park... Signage to "Stop the Wall" is visible miles before entering Big Bend National Park, and Moominmama was fortunate to witness one of the protests while visiting the park -- including a flotilla and gathering on the banks of the Rio Grande at Santa Elena Canyon.  While Homeland Security has allegedly changed its mind about running a wall through the Rio Grande canyons inside the park, there's still enough federal activity that Texans don't trust that Trump is backing off. Even if the government changes its plan to build a 30-foot physical wall in favor of a "technological" barrier involving motion detectors, one Texan told me this would still involve razor wire and flood lights affecting the many animals seek out water under cover of darkness.  Other locals report federal officials are still trying to get access to land in and near the Rio Grande and threaten...

  Wherein Moominmama explores the Florida mountains, searches for an ibex and watches a rattlesnake eat his breakfast... Moominmama is in a small mountain range in southwestern New Mexico called the Florida mountains, pronounced "Flor-EE-da," the Spanish word meaning full of flowers. That's not always the case, but rains in February and again in early March encouraged the Mexican poppies to bloom full force!  These are bright, cheerful flowers that dot the landscape of grey-green brush. The blooms curl up at sunset and reopen when the light hits them in the morning. And they are all over the mountains, including Spring Canyon where I hiked to one of the saddles between the peaks. Moominmama was in search of an ibex, a Persian goat with remarkable horns, as you can see from the photo here! Imported to New Mexico, they were released into the Florida mountains in 1970 after officials determined the landscape and plant-life were quite similar to their native territory in Iran...

In which Moominmama visits the White Mountain Apache Culture Center and enjoys the birds, and library, of Portal, Arizona... One day, long ago, Coyote's wife asked Coyote to go to the salt lake and pick salt crystals from the shores to flavor their food. Coyote set out with a bag for the salt, but it was a long walk and when he arrived, he was tired. He lay down to rest and quickly fell asleep. Butterflies came upon him and decided to play a trick on him. They lifted him up by his hairs and flew him home. When he awoke he was confused, and his wife was angry. He had not brought home any salt. He set out the next day only this time he ran the whole way. Now he really was hot and tired. He had plenty of time, so he stopped to rest. He fell sound asleep, and the giggling butterflies lifted him up and took him home again. He awoke outside his den, as confused as ever, and with his wife still angry. He had no salt. On the third day, Coyote ran to the lake but this time he set straight t...

  Wherein Moominmama finds feathered friends in Arizona, with growing awareness of the threats to their future... Moominmama has been surrounded by an abundance of birds, the cheerful songs of the curve-billed thrasher, the electronic chirps of the cactus wren, the squeaky-toy calls of the Gambrel's quail. And this year, add to that, the hummingbirds at the Boyce-Thompson Arboretum, blurs of color on their way to plentiful blooms, not bothered by the presence of plodding humans in the way.  Turns out there are 14 different species of hummingbirds in Arizona, including the fuscia-throated Anna's hummingbird, which along with the purple-headed Costa's hummingbird, dominated the arboretum (photos from Cornell's Lab of Ornithology since I couldn't possibly capture these guys!) One type of hummingbird not found in Arizona is the ruby-throated hummingbird because, as I learned, they're exclusive to the East.   The Boyce-Thompson Arboretum is now my favorite arboretum ...

In which Moominmama sets out on her sixth season of travel after wintering in the high desert and decides to feature libraries in her 2026 travel reports... Moominmama begins year six of her travels after a busy winter of skiing and socializing. This year brought friends from New Hampshire and Iowa for a visit, including an overlap that allowed all of us to head to the Grand Mesa for a day of skiing together.  Despite the lack of snow in many parts of Colorado, the Grand Mesa still managed to provide reasonable conditions for cross-country skiing. Moominmama even met a skier from the high peaks of Leadville drawn to the Grand Mesa because there was no snow at home. This year, it was the East Coast that got most of the snow, often in violent and frigid bursts. My New Hampshire friends enjoyed the relative warmth of Colorado, even on the snowy Mesa! In fact, we got downright sweaty on a visit to Arches National Park in February. Enjoying the popular park in the off-season is a real d...