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The Scorch of a Dying Elephant Butte

This past summer weekend was a fantastic one… better yet, the best one I’ve ever had at Elephant Butte.

The wind was strong, the waves wild, the company American, and the feels just out-of-this-world good. But! Above all, what usually makes or breaks a good time out at The Butte isn’t the whole cache of company and entertainment – it’s the water level.

This weekend was the highest the water level has been in 15 years. That’s according to locals, at least, but the organization Water Data for Texas will tell you that the lake was a whopping 26 percent full on Saturday, 10th of June, 2017, which compared to one year ago, was only 16.6 percent full. That’s a pretty big difference in digits, if you ask me. But, the telling factor here isn’t necessarily the numbers, it’s the huge difference in the overall experience and physical state of the lake.

Elephant Butte is one of those precious New Mexico jewels that aids in the state’s summer greatness. With weather frying us all at 91 plus degrees Fahrenheit, The Butte is a fantastic place to be. Unfortunately, The Butte is drying up and here’s why:

New Mexico is the third wheel of a great American romance. She’s that friend who runs to help the Cowboy (Colorado) save the damsel in distress (Texas), and does most of the work, but still gets the short end of the stick. The reason being is because she’s not as rich or beautiful or bountiful or ‘statused’ or whatever have you.

Yeah, that entire analogy seems screwed up with a little hint of Brokeback Mountain in there, but you get what I’m saying and if not, here’s some context:

Elephant Butte is a governed southern New Mexico body of water under the Rio Grande Compact, which was signed in 1938 between Colorado, New Mexico and Texas. The Compact apportions the Rio Grande (America’s fourth longest river flowing from Colorado to the Gulf of Mexico) among all three states. From the very second the river rushes into the New Mexico territory from its Northern channel in Colorado, it no longer belongs to anyone. That’s the mess of water rights, or lack there of, that exists in New Mexico and which, furthermore, reflects the history of New Mexico forever and ever being a territory and embodiment of the Wild West.

But the Rio Grande, like many rivers, is fed by other rivers and thats when the issue of ownership gets really messy. According to state law, water rights are put to use by those who were here first. Like, “agricultural users” or “farmers” – or whatever I can call it that doesn’t entirely elude to these people being Anglos who made conquest of the territory, but rather explains the Indians and indigenous folks who resided and still reside here. Maybe I should have just said it that way in the first place. 

Anyway, New Mexico has been practicing agriculture since the settlement cultures of the Anasazi, Mogollon and Hohokam, and also by the Spanish settlers of 1598 clear to today.  Although agriculture only contributes to less than 2 percent of our state’s gross domestic product, present-day state law guarantees that those who practice agriculture will forever have use of New Mexico’s precious and depleting water.

What’s more is that according to the Aamodt Adjudication (which is the first complex and ongoing case regarding who is considered “first” in New Mexico and thus obtains priority rights of water) the fight doesn’t end here. In fact, the fight begins all over again, with the argument that Indians should have first rights over non-Indians because they were, indeed, here first. 

Of course, rather than anyone in New Mexico get anything, because that’s an ongoing case and the Wild West never died here, instead we get less to nothing in comparison to Colorado and Texas. Thus, we continue to face increasing drought and the fear that our precious Elephant Butte, the largest lake and reservoir, may not be the massive 57.03 square miles of invaluable coolness in a shriveling land of dirt devils and record breaking heat that we currently know and love it to be. That’s sad.

On another note! 

On this trip, I also learned that Elephant Butte is home to some of the world’s largest catfish… supposedly. Stories claim they are the size of VW slug bugs and are said to live right at the bottom of the dam and grow to their massive sizes because they’re trash eaters.

I also couldn’t help but wonder what else one might find at the bottom of Elephant Butte, especially with its history of the Toy-Box Killer. You can read about that scary story in my exclusive interview with a crime scene processor on the case here.

In sum, its weekends like these that make you question the judgment of those more powerful and how they may very well impact the memories made at such a shining blue place set between rolling brown hills in a New Mexico that I think isn’t living to its greatest potential. And it’s also weekends like these that make you cheer to boats, beer bellies, shitty country music, campfires, nipple rings (yes, you read that right) and laughing your ass off at fart jokes and everything else unclassy because we are who we are #merica.

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