It was a hike, really, but a short one. I had to make a trip down to El Paso and stopped in the Franklin Mountains on the way back for a short trip up a canyon. It was a trail I had not walked before and I was disappointed at the rockiness of the old jeep road up. The weather was poor: wind blowing up a lot of dust across the valley below. In time my irritation subsided in the pleasures and challenge of the moment.
And yucca plants sturdy on the slopes.
I love the color of the hillside, but it is hard to capture: the deader stalks provide a background I think of as mauve, a sort of dusty dim purple, for the bright yellow-green of the scattered prickly pear.
I can imagine a carpet in those colors, but since I have no place to put one, I admire it across the canyon. I return from an adventure like this thinking I must do this more often. Spring and its increasing heat will be here soon. I’ll hope for better light for photographs next time.