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Winter Along the Rio Grande river, near Taos, New Mexico

SteveM — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 20:05:59 +0000

New Wave owners Kathy and Steve Miller are hard at work teaching skiing at Taos Ski Valley. While much of the country is (at this writing) devoid of snow, we have excellent conditions at Taos SV. We had a busy Holiday season, as skiers came from areas lacking in snow. Just prior to the onset of the busy season, Kathy and Steve vacationed in Hawaii with their children and grandchildren. Meanwhile, Operations Manager Britt Huggins, in the company of guide and girlfriend CJ Robison, rode on his BMW motorcycle all the way to Panama, where they will spend the rest of the winter. Britt will look for work there as a scuba instructor.Guide Ben Rainchild and his girl friend (and guide-hopeful) Heather Mc Reynolds are spending the winter at NWRCo. headquarters in their motor home. They are working as ski instructors at the nearby Sipapu Ski Area.Also spending the winter here, in his travel trailer, is guide Ron Whitney and his pooch Penny. Our friends, the wintering bald eagles, arrived with the first cold weather in Dec.We see them daily on our commute to work or on the property.As the winter continues, we hope that you will join us to “Think Snow”.

Bald Eagle in ponderosa pine, Orilla Verde stretch of the Rio Grande, 12-6-2011

Sea turtle seen while diving at Hawaii Kai, Oahu

Trumpetfish and the wreck of WWII Corsair fighter beyond, Hawaii Kai, Oahu

New Wave Rafting Co’s 2011 River Season Comes to an End

Britt Runyon — Thu, 01 Sep 2011 13:22:51 +0000

The last day of the river season. It has been an interesting season, with unpredictable flows. It started out with low flows and not enough water for the Taos Box . In early May the river was at 400 and then dipped down to 350. We had a wet and cold May, with even some snow – which froze out the fruit for the season but gave us some additional water. So there was a Box season after all, although short. The beginning of the Dog Days of summer marked the end of the Box season. The peak flow was 1200 and that occurred somewhere around the 12th of June. Proving that our prophet (Britt) still has his touch.

Thanks to Kathy we had stellar Saturday night dinners – oh those ribs. Always soothing the wounded egos from the week. A little play at the horse shoe pit helped to encourage a friendliness in competition. Steve spent many evenings casting in the Rio Grande, catching smallmouth bass and trout and releasing them back again to the river. Not much different than his days in the office sitting over the keyboard waiting for the tug on his line. Reeling them in and then releasing them to the river. And boy did they enjoy the ride.

Author of this blog. CJ

We have the photos to prove it. In keeping up with the times, the counsel of elders surrendered to the “social network” and we now have the means to woo the world through visual imagery. They chose Britt for the task and he didn’t let them down. The 2011 season has been visually and virtually documented and released to the world. Reminds me of the velvet underground line “people take pictures of the summer to prove that it really existed.” Which may be the case for those of us that know what we do. But for those that don’t, the vision was given to them and many said, I want to do that – once again affirming that our participation is required and when it comes to the Web, you must be present to win. Which brings me to Kathy – she stepped up to join the Dixon Volunteer Fire department. We are grateful for our local fire department and now proud to say that one of our own is representing us. This incidentally coincided with the fact that collectively we gave up smoking cigarettes. Not a butt was sucked on, inhaled, or stomped on. Now how many river companies can say that. Ultimately the deciding factor was the personal choice to honor the clean air act, inside and out.

The August Rio Chama trip was a personal achievement for Karen in that she and the crew Rhino and James pulled off a wilderness trip for members of a rehab center. The hardest challenge was finding guides that could stay sober for 72 hours. Orlando, who is known for his ability to think out of the box, became a Box guide this year. Honorable mention goes out to James who not only built his own plane, but rowed the Box on several occasions. We are especially thrilled that he made a safe landing in both instances. And how can we forget about Ben. Yes, that quiet little warehouse mouse who works his magic and leaves all of us wondering how did this ever get done. We are SO glad you are around.
What else you say? You want more? I can’t go on any longer. The clock is ticking and we are nearly done with the clean up.
In closing I’d like to say that on the surface it may appear that it was just another river season, same ole, same ole. But I choose to look at New Wave as a place where we can discover talents and our dreams come true. A Wilderness Therapist looking for a vehicle, a videographer/photographer, a massage therapist, artist, a father, student, a musician or courageous newbies that seek the happy-go-lucky river guide life. It is the veteran guides that know that running rapids ain’t for sissys. After all, the river is here for everyone, but not everyone is meant for the river.

Thank God for New Wave (or Kathy and Steve).

The Island Church runs the Racecourse, on the Rio Grande river, near Taos, NM

SteveM — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 18:33:05 +0000

While on a visit to the Glorieta Baptist Assembly, Nate Gerber (aka “Gerb”), the Youth Pastor of the Island Church, of Padre Island, Texas, brought 32 young folks (and a few adults) to raft the Racecourse Class 3 white water stretch. Here’s shots from their trip. Thanks Gerb! See you next time.

Scuba diving River Guides

SteveM — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 19:03:40 +0000

Owners of New Wave Rafting Co Kathy and Steve Miller were joined by Operations Manager Britt Huggins and guide CJ Robison for a dive trip to Bonaire, in January. Gotta love corals reefs and all that undersea life!

Here's Kathy Miller, underwater at Bonaire

New Wave guides go on Salt River trip

SteveM — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 16:41:45 +0000

It’s practically an annual event – a season-starter trip to Arizona’s fabulous Salt River. The river rises in the White Mountains of Arizona, and runs southwest, eventually to pass through Phoenix. The snowmelt starts early, providing whitewater action to Class 4, and one can expect to see the desert in bloom. The rugged scenery is spectacular.

It never disappoints, and this year’s trip, from April 1 -8, was as good as it gets, albeit the river was pretty crowded. Rafting enthusiasts came from all over to catch this year’s abundant run-off, which was in the 2 – 3000 cfs range for our trip.

Click on a thumbnail photo (above) to see the full (uncropped) photo and make a comment, if you like. Then click on that photo to see an enlarged version.

Bobcat on the Prowl along the Rio Grande

Britt Runyon — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 01:52:13 +0000

March 16, 2010, CJ and I were hiking along the river, south of the Taos Junction Bridge, when we came first upon some medium size paw prints in the snow. They looked fresh. It took only another 15 minutes of hiking before we found out who made the tracks.

Watching us, it displayed very little concern.

We watched as it stalked, pounced and ate what appeared to be a field mouse or something similar.

Couple of more photos from the hike. The first is an inscription or graffiti or what some call, a modern day petroglyph. Now the second photo brings with it controversy. There are those who say “nope, modern graffiti” and there are those who say “yep, Rio Grande Style – 1300 to 1650 AD”. What do you think?

Just what was this guy doing hear?

Personally, I like to think of as the "real McCoy"

The Harding Mine, Embudo, New Mexico

Britt Runyon — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 16:34:22 +0000

Just a short drive from Taos, ten minutes from New Wave Rafting World Headquarters and about an hour from Santa Fe lies a very nice hike, a visit to the world of mines, a step back in time and a look at some brilliantly colored rock, The Harding Pegmatite Mine. Myself, not being a geologist, will not attempt to describe the mineralogy of the site. I’m leaving that up to those with interest enough to search out information from the link at the end of this post.

The view east, Jicarita Peak at 12,835 feet, in the distance, and the road to the mine, in the foreground.

After about a mile of "winter" four wheel drive we were greeted with this sign. We could have parked in the pull-off on Highway 75 and then hiked the Pinon/Juniper Forest to the site.

It is important that if you plan to visit this historic site you must first acquire permission and sign a release from the University of New Mexico, but all of this can easily be done on line.

CJ checks out the abandoned site. (There are photographs on the web showing this as a very busy place in days gone by.)

Know that you assume all responsibility for your progress into the mine.

The first of several entrances.

The beauty of the minerals can only be fully appreciated upon close inspection.

Entrance into the mine, according to the web site, is not allowed.

The Pegmatite colors.

The snow covered mine tailings of days gone by. Golden colors of a Scrub Oak.

The view/hike west from the site takes one to the Embudo River (in the far distance).

Artifacts from the miner days can be found in the surrounding landscape.

For more information on The Harding Mine visit: http://epswww.unm.edu/harding/harding_.htm

Rio Pueblo de Taos (Taos Creek) Hike (January 23, 2010)

Britt Runyon — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 02:32:44 +0000

Thus begins a winter hike for CJ and myself. A few hundred yards upstream of the Taos Junction Bridge lies the confluence of the Rio Grande River and the Rio Pueblo. It is sometimes fished for trout and sometimes kayaked by those possessing superior paddling skills, but we saw no one on this snowy day. The drive along the Race Course section brought us our first Bald Eagle.

A popular perch across from the lone Ponderosa Pine below Quartzite Put-in.

Another in the Orilla Verde Recreation Area.

A short distance above the confluence CJ accidentally spotted this bald while watching (through her new Nikon ATB Monarch (waterproof) 10×42 binoculars), a raven feed on what she claimed to be pieces of a rabbit.

On my belly, in the rocks, attempting an unobstructed image.

Seems the camera "click" was a bit loud.

Snow and ice covers the rocks of the Rio Pueblo and getting in close allows one to admire the various abstract formations created by both wind and water in freezing temperatures.

The Rio Pueblo de Taos joins the Rio Grande.

Ice Arch.

One can drive a short distance up the old road that follows the stream to the top of the Taos Plateau and eventually back to Highway 68, but it’s no longer drivable due to a serious rock fall some years ago and now is a hiking trail only.

The Rio Pueblo.

Snow, ice and water.

Constantly on the lookout for more Bald Eagles or perhaps one of the River Otters that were released into the Rio Grande Gorge last winter, we were graced with a herd of Bighorn Sheep grazing below the south facing cliff of the canyon wall. Evidence of past inhabitants can also be found.

Bighorn Sheep.

Petroglyph.

Almost to the top of the mesa the Rio Pueblo Canyon takes a more northerly turn and one gets a look at the top of the Taos Plateau. It was nice to see the blue sky.

Up canyon view.

Down canyon view towards the confluence.

Taos Plateau view looking to the north.

CJ poses atop what I guess could be called the summit block.

The blue sky we found on the mesa soon gave way to more clouds and snow flurries with a substantial drop in temperature. On the way down we took only a moment to watch the sheep and reached the truck which had a note from the local BLM Ranger on the windshield. Oops, don’t forget to pay your $3 entrance fee to the Orilla Verde Recreation Area.

With plenty of daylight left we decided a drive was in order. Across the Taos Junction Bridge, up the west Mesa Road, which is now paved, with no speed limit signs (I guess it’s New Mexico’s version of the Autobahn) and to the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge. So indulge me in a few more photos.

Looking east toward Taos.

This photo has been taken a thousand times.

Looking upstream toward Ski Jump Rapid.

Looking downstream toward Three Forks Canyon.

Ok, so now one more Bald Eagle photo taken on the drive out. Along the river, in a lone Ponderosa Pine at the gaging station, sat an immature Bald.

As the sun was setting.

Remember: All these photos, and more, can be found at “www.flickr.com/photos/jorunny/”.

Winter Drive Along the Rio Grande River (1/21/10)

Britt Runyon — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 19:51:35 +0000

The beauty of the Rio Grande flows like the water itself, continuously, through all four seasons. It was a snowy day, the temperature mild and the urge for venturing out was paramount. The drive along the river from Velarde, the start of the gorge, to Taos Junction Bridge brought a winter wonderland as well as sightings of Bald Eagles, various water fowl and Western Bluebirds (one of CJ’s favorites). It was snowing most of the day, resulting in low light conditions and blurred snow flakes, making photography a challenge.

The first Bald Eagles encountered at the beginning of the gorge were being harassed by a pesky raven.

This is a favorite perch. Perhaps for the view. Perhaps for the fishing.

Finally becoming fed up with their winged cousin..............

they're off to find a perch without a raven or perhaps me.

Reflections on the water in Pilar.

A view from the road near Petaca Canyon.

Downstream view in the Orilla Verde Recreation Area.

A beaver dam in one of the side channels with Common Goldeneye Ducks on the move.

Looking downstream from the Gaging Station.

Female Goldeneye Ducks headed downstream.

A gaggle of perhaps 25 geese were feeding on the moss that grows on the rocks.

The Three Trumpe'teers.

A quick shake to remove the cold water.

The geese now headed upstream to another feeding area. Taos Junction Bridge is in the background.

Upstream view from Taos Junction Bridge.

A momentary clearing of the the sky reflecting off the water at Taos Junction Bridge.

Downstream view from Taos Junction Bridge.

A River Guide’s Castle

Britt Runyon — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 17:34:33 +0000

Here are the follow-up photos of CJ’s and my humble summer (May thru August) abode. The Spring of ’09 gave us ample time for various improvements. For example, Cj sewed all the curtains and incoorporated some minor details such as Velcro closures. As for some of the fine points of additions which fall under the category of “modern conveniences” are hot and cold water, filtered drinking water, window screens, a new entrance door, outdoor shower, heat and WIFI. The upper shelf in the photos was part of the original design and runs the entire perimeter of the bus.

As the New Mexico sun sets slowly in the west.

The custom cut recycled solid core Maple Door.

The plumbing.

Our outdoor shower. Note the propane water heater mounted on left.

The foyer (drivers seat) lies behind the curtain. (Boy, the place looks a mess!)

The curtained closet and bed (which someone forgot to make) at the "emergency exit".

The office, with WIFI and the Audio Command Center.

Ahh, the thoroughly modern kitchen.

The dining room.