We started but turned around without finishing a hike. The Old Ore Trail follows the path of an early 1900s aerial bucket tram that was used to move ore across 6 miles of desert from Mexican mines to the US.  First it follows a wash then takes off up a steep slope demanding careful foot placement and balance as we moved across the rocky steep surface.  We top one grade only to find another and another as the trail moves up and down and along gullies and washouts.  Miles of steel cable, ore buckets, and ruins of the tram line towers stretch across the desert landscape providing an outline of the long abandoned path.  Views are fantastic and we share the space with hardy desert feathered friends including cactus wrens, mockingbirds and various sparrows.  We trudge on carefully watching our feet and stopping often to take in the surroundings.  2 ½ miles into 4, I give out.  Maybe I didn’t drink enough?  Maybe our pace was too fast?  After a half hour break with snack and plenty of water I am up for the trip home but the end of the trail at the tram terminal will have to wait for another day. Kent faired better with the strenuous hike but didn’t argue too vehemently when I declared that I had to turn back.  Not exactly what we planned for the day; but still, another beautiful rugged place visited.  I’m ok with that.