My parents almost always traveled westward for our holidays, and Mt. Capulin always seemed to be on our route. Of course, we always stopped. Who wouldn’t want to peer into a volcano? This is a cinder cone. Explosive outbursts of countless eruptions falling close to the vent formed the classic, steep-sided profile. Capulin is long dead; trees and grasses, cacti and lizards now dwell in its sleeping vent.
View from the top.
Abandoned rail car near Mt. Capulin.