Greetings from the Hermit-writer. Trekked up the Franklin Mountains on a warm, blustery day. After being away for almost three decades, I'm relearning an appreciation for the beauty of the area (You just have to get off the sidewalk). Amazing how much the panorama can change in rugged terrain after taking just a few steps. Hope you enjoy.
I look forward to a clear day when I can see that '100 miles.'
If you've never seen a jack rabbit before...those ears are a trip, aren't they?
Haven't had any precipitation since snow in January...but somehow they manage to bloom.
A dead desert willow (very common sight) makes me think about how much more precipitation this part of the world used to get just a few hundred years ago. (Northeast El Paso sits on three-hundred square miles of what used to be a flood plain.)
(Here's that flood plain I was talking about.)
(Looks like caramel swirls to me. No wonder I came home and had a bowl of ice cream.)
Next week I'm going up Blue Moon Road.
Did I mention dead desert willows are a common sight? Look at the horns on that cactus.
I wish I had my mountain bike here with me.
Blooms of a live desert willow, in a deep gully.
This is the only easy biking this guy will find...at the start.
Heading home after a jolting ride.
More desert willow in bloom.
Have a great week.