At ten till eight the Sandias were covered by heavy rain as we stood in light rain on the west side of the river.
Fifteen minutes later, about half mile south, we walked out onto a part of the riverbed that had been four feet under water from the beginning of May to the end of June. It was over grown and we had to bushwhack our way to the river.
Only a small portion of the riverbed is not overgrown.
We finally made it to the river, and the Sandias were still obscured by heavy rain.
A lone cattail stands its ground, trying to hold its own against the tamarisk.
By eight-thirty we were back at the same point where I took the first photo, and the outline of the Sandias was barely visible through the mist and quickly fading into the darkness.