Despite overcast skies, smog and enough dust in the air to gag a goat...I present you proof I made it to the top of Mount Franklin. Yep. This fogie. Though my lungs haven't adjusted to the elevation here, and I had to stop every tenth step for many deep breaths, I made it, carrying my camera and tripod. Enough about me...enjoy what I could make out of a less than perfect day for taking pictures:
My ultimate destination...way up there in that tiny speck of blue sky, one of the peaks of Mount Franklin...Ranger Peak.
On the way up...this intermediate hill where the well-healed live, overlooking the oldest neighborhoods of El Paso.
They have a nice view of downtown, don't they. Cough cough. Look at that smog and dust.
Nice backdrop for this hovel, eh?
Sometimes in the desert, the real beauty hides in miniature.
You can find the most delicate beauty even in the dry season if you take your time and look.
This is a bike trail Texas style.
Okay...now the tough part of the hike.
The sign did not lie:
Storage shed of bygone days. Nice view. I wonder what the mortgage is. The commute would be a bear though.
Near the peak, and I haven't had a coronary.
Can you imagine what this looks like on a beautiful day? Cough, cough.
Proof I made the peak. The tram endpoint.
I had tons of pictures that a geologist could drool over. I'll only bore you with this one. This tiny vein, what drew miners to the mountains...copper
Have a great week.