The Road to Barranca del Cobre

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here and to you dear reader, I apologize.  I especially apologize because the little I have put up has been photos and a guest post.  So I am now remedying the situation by writing a full post for the eyes of those who visit my site only.

Erin and I have been travelling through Mexico for the last few weeks, since the second week of April I believe.  We drove from Tucson in our van, crossed the border at the Lukeville-Sonoyta border crossing, driving from Organ Pipe National Monument, AZ into Sonora Mexico.  Our first stop was at Puerto Peñasco, as some have said the beach town Arizona never had.  Peñasco is full of tourists and we spent our nights at two different RV parks right on the beach.  The view was lovely and Zari loved the beach on her very first encounter.  We spent a couple nights in Puerto Peñasco and moved along.

The roads were rough heading deeper into Sonora and further south.  I had to learn to quickly dodge potholes, use the shoulder of the road as another lane and be prepared for anything.  We stopped at the small town of Santa Ana, at a little RV park that wasn’t much more than a little parking lot walled in behind a house.  Edgar the guy running the park was extremely kind and interesting.

Back on the road, we stopped at two more small towns before making it to Basaseachi falls (Parque Nacional Cascada de Basaseachi) home of Cascada de Basaseachi, Mexico’s highest full time water fall (there is a higher one, Piedra Volada but it dries up during the dry season, which is now).  We camped for two nights in Basaseachi and hiked to the bottom of the falls, to be rewarded with a spectacular pool, wildflowers and large hummingbirds.  We were the only people we saw that day hiking to the bottom of Basaseachi, most being content with the spectacular upper view point.

Now we have arrived in Creel, a small tourist town in the Copper Canyon region of Sierra Madre, home to the Raramuri.  The Raramuri still live a largely traditional life in small cabins or cliff/cave homes, herding goats and moving to different pastures at different seasons.  We’re excited to get out and explore the area and learn more about the culture.

…To Be Continued…

 

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2 Comments

  1. Thanks, Zach. For now I shall have to live my life vicariously through your writings. Hopefully, soon, I will be getting my AFO (ankle, foot, orthotic) that will make walking tolerable. Heck, in the office I could almost run with it on.
    It’s great to know that all 3 of you are enjoying the travels, culture, environment, wildlife, & flowers. My Nazi gardener, Greg, has really spruced up the west yard, & I do enjoy the fragrant lilacs in bloom. Am waiting for the honeysuckle, too. But, no waterfall here.
    I do envy you for the choice you made to travel instead of waiting for retirement. Sitting in front of the computer 40 hrs/wk sucks. I emailed the boss last night ’cause the entire SCLHS system was having issues, & I was loosing patience. The hammer would have put it out of my misery. Where’s the homicide hotline when one needs it?
    Looking forward to the next entry.

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