Boquillas Canyon was more beautiful than I'd hoped, and thrilling to paint! I hiked in with the family and my gear, and set up here as soon as I set eyes on this scene. My family hiked on and there were only 3 other's on the trail as I worked. Sensing the remoteness and a wish that I had packed what was currently with my husband, I quickened my pace. The beauty though enthralling, I couldn't shake the feeling of being vulnerable oot there. Minutes later, and authentic Mexican in horseback walked up behind me, asking if I'd like to buy tamales, empinadas or sopapillas. His two dogs flanked him as his very long knife hanging in a handmade leather case caught my attention. He asked if there were more people in the canyon, and of course I mentioned my family "just over there" and others who just went by. He stood too close behind me, didn't talk enough, and I was packing up. He asked if I was done, and I said yes, and that he'd make a great painting - so I took his photo, hoping it wouldn't be needed for evidence. I walked quickly on and didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I met back up with my party. As we left the canyon, we did but tamales and sopapillas from him, as he lurked behind some bushes with his horse. He had crossed over from Boquilla with a friend who was also seeking goods from the little town. One can easily wade through the Rio Grande here, and they watch for the border patrol with their binoculars to cross. I could have painted 3 different paintings here I'd there were more people on the trail. This one was truly a quick paint and painting number 5097 in 5097 days.
