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04klr
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day 22 Was supposed to be Creel back to Batopillas to pick-up the road that we passed on, yesterday. We rumbled out of the busy rail town that is Creel early enough after eating huevos rancheros across the street from our courtyard equipped Hotel.
At a mid-morning stop for refreshments in Samachique the decision was made by our guide to try a dirt track that would intersect with the road we were headed to. The dirt track would prove quite passable and passed thru country missed by most travellers. Minutes after starting down the double track road we met Mark Brady an ex-pat Irishman who has chosen to live with and help the Taramuhara Indians for over 35yrs, supposedly living in a cave home all the while (google him). He himself orchestrated the building of a church and got it done in a mere 14yrs. Very interesting character for sure.
here'is Floyd trying out his Taramuhara language, which Mark was speaking to mess with us thinking we were American. WTF is he saying??
A posted pic. found in Creel helps paint the pic. of the area known as Barranca de Cobre. Eleven canyons with four of them each being bigger than the Grand Canyon. We heard a laughing Mexican (sic) who had just said "those silly American have their one measly "Grand" canyon".
Along the track from Samachique to Urique.
one of the ancient villages along the way. The steep walls of the canyon have been cultivated by the villagers.
Part way down the steep loosly gravelled road we came to the intersection that we would've arrived at yesterday.
Yes three of the "Kamloop's Motorcycle riding fools" were here as evidenced by the decal below Marks left hand.
from the journal. "quite a challenging day today very steep up and down travelling past ancient villages with waving kids and shy adults". Along the descent we passed by people walking on the way up the 1000's of feet to their homes. While the kids grinned at us, the adults would barely even look at us.
the track can be seen across on the next range, but would take many thousand of feet of elevation change to get there.
,,,what's around that bend.
from the top left corner to the bottom right represents approx 2000 feet. in around 3.5km of zigs and zags.
there was a rather butt clenching section (at least for me on my new to me never ridden offroad 990), of large boulders just out of sight in this pic. requiring a generous application of momentum sustaining throttle to make it thru. Which we all did.
Mark again grinning as he clears the section, his hand isn't even on the bars as he's starting to flash a thumbs up.
which looked a lot like this one here sitting on the bridge that lays on the canyon bottom.
Seems to be a mostly Mark day today again here seen at the Hotel Pariso Escondito located in Urique. Though there's a big Cheshershire grin there's no mistaking the tuckered out look on his face. though the big bikes ate up all the steep loose road, it can be a lot of work. Time for a well earned Cerveza.
OK, enough for today.
Next, back up to see the "best view in Mexico" as the owner of the hotel states, then across back to Creel to be a tourist and ride the big assed zip line.
thx fer lookin.
At a mid-morning stop for refreshments in Samachique the decision was made by our guide to try a dirt track that would intersect with the road we were headed to. The dirt track would prove quite passable and passed thru country missed by most travellers. Minutes after starting down the double track road we met Mark Brady an ex-pat Irishman who has chosen to live with and help the Taramuhara Indians for over 35yrs, supposedly living in a cave home all the while (google him). He himself orchestrated the building of a church and got it done in a mere 14yrs. Very interesting character for sure.
here'is Floyd trying out his Taramuhara language, which Mark was speaking to mess with us thinking we were American. WTF is he saying??
A posted pic. found in Creel helps paint the pic. of the area known as Barranca de Cobre. Eleven canyons with four of them each being bigger than the Grand Canyon. We heard a laughing Mexican (sic) who had just said "those silly American have their one measly "Grand" canyon".
Along the track from Samachique to Urique.
one of the ancient villages along the way. The steep walls of the canyon have been cultivated by the villagers.
Part way down the steep loosly gravelled road we came to the intersection that we would've arrived at yesterday.
Yes three of the "Kamloop's Motorcycle riding fools" were here as evidenced by the decal below Marks left hand.
from the journal. "quite a challenging day today very steep up and down travelling past ancient villages with waving kids and shy adults". Along the descent we passed by people walking on the way up the 1000's of feet to their homes. While the kids grinned at us, the adults would barely even look at us.
the track can be seen across on the next range, but would take many thousand of feet of elevation change to get there.
,,,what's around that bend.
from the top left corner to the bottom right represents approx 2000 feet. in around 3.5km of zigs and zags.
there was a rather butt clenching section (at least for me on my new to me never ridden offroad 990), of large boulders just out of sight in this pic. requiring a generous application of momentum sustaining throttle to make it thru. Which we all did.
Mark again grinning as he clears the section, his hand isn't even on the bars as he's starting to flash a thumbs up.
which looked a lot like this one here sitting on the bridge that lays on the canyon bottom.
Seems to be a mostly Mark day today again here seen at the Hotel Pariso Escondito located in Urique. Though there's a big Cheshershire grin there's no mistaking the tuckered out look on his face. though the big bikes ate up all the steep loose road, it can be a lot of work. Time for a well earned Cerveza.
OK, enough for today.
Next, back up to see the "best view in Mexico" as the owner of the hotel states, then across back to Creel to be a tourist and ride the big assed zip line.
thx fer lookin.
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04klr
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day 23. Urique back to Creel. The day started with a very familiar by now very steep climb out of the valley bottom up to what was supposed to be "the best view in Mexico" as stated by the hotel owner. The viewpoint has walkways suspended over the steep canyon walls and really does have to be one of the best views.
Looking down on Urique and its runway in the middle of town. The back and forth road is visible most of the way up from here. As we were leaving the main part of town we came across a spread out group of women tourists walking down the hill into town who didn't look like they were enjoying the walk. Several miles later it all made sense as we came across an abandoned large van with one of the front wheels clearly broken free of it's steering linkage. How crazy lucky for the passengers that the wheel didn't do it's impression of Marty Feldman right in the middle of a tight switchback on a cliff edge. Must have been a lot of shrieking in that van load of women.
along the walkway at the well established viewpoint. Likely close to a thousand feet over the edge.
the beer and wine store located just past the viewpoint, well cold cerveza anyways. and likely that's all.
once at the top the road turned solid again and we twisted our way to Creel.
just out of town.
being the tourists that we were, we headed out to the Valley of the Monks rock formations just out of Creel. This rock church is on the way.
Valley of the Monks. (valle de los monjes)
watch where you're walking!
very cool sidetrip, the rock formations are located just in this small area.
Barranca de Cobre, the actual copper canyon. Location of what is reputed to be the longest zipline in the world though it seems to be a claim made by several longest zipline places.
Length: 8,350 feet, Vertical Drop: 1450 feet, Average Percent Grade: 17%, Two cables side by side, Top Speed: 65 mph, Flight time: 2 minutes 20 seconds
here's Mark though we started side by side he started to pull away and I never caught back up.
When we purchased our tickets, there was a couple in front of us whohad asked for a seniors rate on the ride and were instantly told that they weren't allowed to ride the line! shocked as the fit looking couple were, the reason was that on the other side there is an approx. 1000 foot hike up to the top tram for the return trip.
a couple of grinning kids about to arrive, Floyd and bob.
Not only did mark zoom away and leave me behind but there wasn't even enough momentum for me to make it to the end of the line and one of the workers had to connect himself to the line and come out and get me. Zipping down was one thing but just dangling there was a little unnerving.
"Safety second" is the general rule here in Mexico, and as if you needed a warning not to step over the edge they've added a bit of loose wire zip tied to some shrubs
interesting place for a selfie.
last pic. for the day at the valley of the monks posing with a bunch of kids and a mother who were there to sell trinkets and receive handouts, which we did though inadvertently caused an issue when the lions share went to the mother thinking she would pool it between the kids. That didn't work so well as the kids were from different families and the mother just corralled her kids and walked off with the money.
Next post we're headed out of the copper canyon area and back towards the border, and the mayhem of a partying Puerto Penasco.
Looking down on Urique and its runway in the middle of town. The back and forth road is visible most of the way up from here. As we were leaving the main part of town we came across a spread out group of women tourists walking down the hill into town who didn't look like they were enjoying the walk. Several miles later it all made sense as we came across an abandoned large van with one of the front wheels clearly broken free of it's steering linkage. How crazy lucky for the passengers that the wheel didn't do it's impression of Marty Feldman right in the middle of a tight switchback on a cliff edge. Must have been a lot of shrieking in that van load of women.
along the walkway at the well established viewpoint. Likely close to a thousand feet over the edge.
the beer and wine store located just past the viewpoint, well cold cerveza anyways. and likely that's all.
once at the top the road turned solid again and we twisted our way to Creel.
just out of town.
being the tourists that we were, we headed out to the Valley of the Monks rock formations just out of Creel. This rock church is on the way.
Valley of the Monks. (valle de los monjes)
watch where you're walking!
very cool sidetrip, the rock formations are located just in this small area.
Barranca de Cobre, the actual copper canyon. Location of what is reputed to be the longest zipline in the world though it seems to be a claim made by several longest zipline places.
Length: 8,350 feet, Vertical Drop: 1450 feet, Average Percent Grade: 17%, Two cables side by side, Top Speed: 65 mph, Flight time: 2 minutes 20 seconds
here's Mark though we started side by side he started to pull away and I never caught back up.
When we purchased our tickets, there was a couple in front of us whohad asked for a seniors rate on the ride and were instantly told that they weren't allowed to ride the line! shocked as the fit looking couple were, the reason was that on the other side there is an approx. 1000 foot hike up to the top tram for the return trip.
a couple of grinning kids about to arrive, Floyd and bob.
Not only did mark zoom away and leave me behind but there wasn't even enough momentum for me to make it to the end of the line and one of the workers had to connect himself to the line and come out and get me. Zipping down was one thing but just dangling there was a little unnerving.
"Safety second" is the general rule here in Mexico, and as if you needed a warning not to step over the edge they've added a bit of loose wire zip tied to some shrubs
interesting place for a selfie.
last pic. for the day at the valley of the monks posing with a bunch of kids and a mother who were there to sell trinkets and receive handouts, which we did though inadvertently caused an issue when the lions share went to the mother thinking she would pool it between the kids. That didn't work so well as the kids were from different families and the mother just corralled her kids and walked off with the money.
Next post we're headed out of the copper canyon area and back towards the border, and the mayhem of a partying Puerto Penasco.
04klr
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Today is the second to last post. Days 26 thru 28.
Creel to Yecora to Monctezuma to Imuris.
Peeled out of Creel leaving a refused to be refunded paid for room that wasn't needed behind. The parting gift towel will come in handy.
The roads now being more on the level moving away from the canyons were fun and twisty. I had written that "the first 5 hours were pure fun!" and with the exception of an unsettling moment as we rounded a steep downhill corner. We rode passed two stopped trucks with armed men having either chased to a stop or pulled over an suv all doors open with no passengers in sight, not wanting to look but already had, I muttered to myself as Sgt. Schulz would insist, "I SEE NOTHING!". That brief moment passed, the ride all day was great.
terrific roads to practice hitting your apexes and exits.
for hours.
the road goes off in the direction of the wavey looking hills.
Bob wildly grinning (which he's always doing) in anticipation of digging into his bowl of Caldo de Rez.
something we came across in south america were groups of boys dressed as women collecting money. The premise being that they are collecting as an homage to all the hard work that women put into family life and the money is for them. Though not at this spot in other places they will pull a rope across the lane to better insist you stop and contribute. It's all fun they are only looking for a few pesos.
gathered around Mark and Floyd like moths to a light. the costumes varied but all faces are covered.
the older men watching over the younger set.
End of Day in Yecora thankfully just missing out on being poured on by a mean looking storm leading to a terrific sunset, thus avoiding ruining our sunny days record.
The rides all tucked away out of the rain.
All rooves are dotted blue here in Yecora, if someone is living there they have a blue dished roof.
Yecora to Monctezuma,
Todays notable hwy. moment was the Semi that had met another approaching semi in a hairpin corner. The one headed our direction was blocking the road in front of Bob and,, was backing up to clear the jam (with no lights working on the trailer), down here around any corner, sur-prise!. A couple of road moments that have no pic. As the boys were following a truck onto a small bridge that had a bump, a pallet flew off from the top of the heaped load and landed on the road in front of them, scary moment. I had a loaded school bus round a corner at least 3/4 in the wrong lane, mine! A horse fell on the road in front of Floyd when it spooked while he was rounding, a corner. An oncoming truck loaded with poles that were somewhat diagonal and poking well over the centerline! there are more,,
after the regular huevos rancheros we were off under sunny skies to Monctezuma.
The views of today are far reaching looking off towards the first sad hazy signs of the re-entry back towards civilization.
all buckled into the latest model of car seats available. and all smiles.
a roadside rock Iguana.
dude watching us rumble by from the window up over the nissan. And 4 big KTM's with a combined some 550 odd V-twin horsepower most certainly rumble their way along the narrow brick building filled streets.
End of day here in Monctezuma. The place we are staying in recently had had a couple of carloads of "Cartel" visitors staying there. The Owner told us that one of the cars appeared on the news the next week. It was found in the desert with approx. 100 bullet holes in it.
The reason for this pic. (like there needs to be a reason) is the clearly open door, which says that it's "cerrado" as in closed. Kind of struck me funny.
It was in no way just a pic. of the half mannequin's advertising how your booty would look in a pair of jeans.
Monctezuma to Imuris. More nice riding on mostly terrific roads, and some with cows on them.
at home there would be huge long waits for road closures with things like safety pylons and flaggers, first aid trucks. Not here as they quite politely almost insist we carry on, not wanting to interrupt out trip.
never having been accused of having a slow shutter finger, I'm pretty sure that this is the picture (of the ones that I have in my posession) that Mark would like me to post up. (heh heh)
about the time that the road condition was deteriorating (after almost 3.5 weeks of good to great roads) we turned off onto dirt for the last time on the trip. It was several hours of the most Baja like of the trip. great fun.
And with no picture to prove anything I discovered that a 990 can be picked up out of deep sand, I wrote "dropped the bike in deep sand today and was able to pick it up whoohoo!".
roadside memorial in the middle of nowhere.
one fact involved with being on the road is that sometimes, you just have to go.
and we're done.
I mean, we're at the end of any dirt for the trip. Though actually very much sad that the dirt portion is officially over, we are however quite thrilled to have "survived" the thousands of switchbacks, the canyons, the varying roads conditions, the missing bits of road and the potentially bike eating cattle guards, and all quite successfully!!
End of day In Imuris in a new Hotel that is as close to anything 5 star that we've seen, heck it even had toilet seats and real shower heads (huge wide trendy ones) and flat sreen tv's. Very nice place.
Unpacked and showered, now time to eat! As we walked down the road towards food lots of the cars were honking and waving to us, cool.
Ahh, Tacos lengua, yum! Using the taste buds on my tongue to taste the tongue of a cow. deelish. (and a pollo taco)
and after warming up on tacos we went to the Pollo al carbon place for some roast chicken where if it looks like you are running low the cook (and owner?) without being asked just brings more to the table until you say, no mas!
and that's it for this post, the next (and last) few days is headed to towards the border where we split up. Bur not before a noisy coupla nights in Puerto penasco!
if you're there, thx. fer lookin.
Creel to Yecora to Monctezuma to Imuris.
Peeled out of Creel leaving a refused to be refunded paid for room that wasn't needed behind. The parting gift towel will come in handy.
The roads now being more on the level moving away from the canyons were fun and twisty. I had written that "the first 5 hours were pure fun!" and with the exception of an unsettling moment as we rounded a steep downhill corner. We rode passed two stopped trucks with armed men having either chased to a stop or pulled over an suv all doors open with no passengers in sight, not wanting to look but already had, I muttered to myself as Sgt. Schulz would insist, "I SEE NOTHING!". That brief moment passed, the ride all day was great.
terrific roads to practice hitting your apexes and exits.
for hours.
the road goes off in the direction of the wavey looking hills.
Bob wildly grinning (which he's always doing) in anticipation of digging into his bowl of Caldo de Rez.
something we came across in south america were groups of boys dressed as women collecting money. The premise being that they are collecting as an homage to all the hard work that women put into family life and the money is for them. Though not at this spot in other places they will pull a rope across the lane to better insist you stop and contribute. It's all fun they are only looking for a few pesos.
gathered around Mark and Floyd like moths to a light. the costumes varied but all faces are covered.
the older men watching over the younger set.
End of Day in Yecora thankfully just missing out on being poured on by a mean looking storm leading to a terrific sunset, thus avoiding ruining our sunny days record.
The rides all tucked away out of the rain.
All rooves are dotted blue here in Yecora, if someone is living there they have a blue dished roof.
Yecora to Monctezuma,
Todays notable hwy. moment was the Semi that had met another approaching semi in a hairpin corner. The one headed our direction was blocking the road in front of Bob and,, was backing up to clear the jam (with no lights working on the trailer), down here around any corner, sur-prise!. A couple of road moments that have no pic. As the boys were following a truck onto a small bridge that had a bump, a pallet flew off from the top of the heaped load and landed on the road in front of them, scary moment. I had a loaded school bus round a corner at least 3/4 in the wrong lane, mine! A horse fell on the road in front of Floyd when it spooked while he was rounding, a corner. An oncoming truck loaded with poles that were somewhat diagonal and poking well over the centerline! there are more,,
after the regular huevos rancheros we were off under sunny skies to Monctezuma.
The views of today are far reaching looking off towards the first sad hazy signs of the re-entry back towards civilization.
all buckled into the latest model of car seats available. and all smiles.
a roadside rock Iguana.
dude watching us rumble by from the window up over the nissan. And 4 big KTM's with a combined some 550 odd V-twin horsepower most certainly rumble their way along the narrow brick building filled streets.
End of day here in Monctezuma. The place we are staying in recently had had a couple of carloads of "Cartel" visitors staying there. The Owner told us that one of the cars appeared on the news the next week. It was found in the desert with approx. 100 bullet holes in it.
The reason for this pic. (like there needs to be a reason) is the clearly open door, which says that it's "cerrado" as in closed. Kind of struck me funny.
It was in no way just a pic. of the half mannequin's advertising how your booty would look in a pair of jeans.
Monctezuma to Imuris. More nice riding on mostly terrific roads, and some with cows on them.
at home there would be huge long waits for road closures with things like safety pylons and flaggers, first aid trucks. Not here as they quite politely almost insist we carry on, not wanting to interrupt out trip.
never having been accused of having a slow shutter finger, I'm pretty sure that this is the picture (of the ones that I have in my posession) that Mark would like me to post up. (heh heh)
about the time that the road condition was deteriorating (after almost 3.5 weeks of good to great roads) we turned off onto dirt for the last time on the trip. It was several hours of the most Baja like of the trip. great fun.
And with no picture to prove anything I discovered that a 990 can be picked up out of deep sand, I wrote "dropped the bike in deep sand today and was able to pick it up whoohoo!".
roadside memorial in the middle of nowhere.
one fact involved with being on the road is that sometimes, you just have to go.
and we're done.
I mean, we're at the end of any dirt for the trip. Though actually very much sad that the dirt portion is officially over, we are however quite thrilled to have "survived" the thousands of switchbacks, the canyons, the varying roads conditions, the missing bits of road and the potentially bike eating cattle guards, and all quite successfully!!
End of day In Imuris in a new Hotel that is as close to anything 5 star that we've seen, heck it even had toilet seats and real shower heads (huge wide trendy ones) and flat sreen tv's. Very nice place.
Unpacked and showered, now time to eat! As we walked down the road towards food lots of the cars were honking and waving to us, cool.
Ahh, Tacos lengua, yum! Using the taste buds on my tongue to taste the tongue of a cow. deelish. (and a pollo taco)
and after warming up on tacos we went to the Pollo al carbon place for some roast chicken where if it looks like you are running low the cook (and owner?) without being asked just brings more to the table until you say, no mas!
and that's it for this post, the next (and last) few days is headed to towards the border where we split up. Bur not before a noisy coupla nights in Puerto penasco!
if you're there, thx. fer lookin.
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04klr
Well-known member
The last post for what has been an absolutely fantastic trip. Perhaps the best month of adventure riding yet, and yes that may include South America. For those thinking of going to mainland Mexico and the Copper Canyon area, here's what you do. Surround yourself with a great group of guys (or gals) to travel with make a plan and then just go. The scenery is epic and the people, the food and cervezas, each part being terrific. Thanks to the boys for inviting me along.
days 29 thru 31 Imuris to Puerto Penasco. Mostly all fairly straight good pavmiento all the way to the tourist town snowbird gringo named Rocky Point.
But not before leaving our new age swanky rooms with the tasty included daysayunas.
and a shot from last night in Imuris home of the smokin gun bbq.
after checking seemingly every place in town for a room we settled for this camp spot at a beach front RV park. Mexico is on an Easter holiday partying, and the town is hopping.
time to take a break and have a little swing in the hammock.
certainly not everyone here is trustworthy as the deterrent to wall climbers is serious business.
there is no illusion here that razor wire is at head height! watch where you walk.
before ordering food in Mexico it is advised that you settle on the cost before you eat as after you'vs stuffed your gullet is no time to balk at the price. Which Bob and Myself didn't do, and enjoyed what was a deliciously expensive plate of prawns. Yum, and Ouch.
some stitched pics. first of the fish boats in the harbour.
now at the crazy busy beach on the west of town, people vendors food beer campers and thundering wandering brass bands set up all over the place.
(mark must've mooved and got trimmed by the stitched picture, oops heh heh)
a little different kind of selfie with the fairly regular ice cream for dessert in hand.
what this fella lacked in teeth he made up for with brute enthusiasm, he belted out the Beatles song "don't let me down" so loud I think it's still echoing in my head. Though silly loud he was a good singer and having a great time. Well worth a few pesos.
wall to wall people, long gone are the empty towns and roads of a few weeks ago, long gone.
as night fell 4 blocks of downtown were shut to vehicles and the people and brass bands let fly.
with the full moon rising this town is about to get rocked. A reasonable guess was made that there were at least 24 brass bands all "semi" taking turns trying to out do each other, never experienced anything even close to the several hours we spent downtown, so much energy, and noise!! and always food, lots of it. We returned the next night but it was half the night as the one before it, perhaps it was the moon.
smells fantastic, lets eat here (first then we'll eat over there and so on)
After a day off we headed to the border and for three of the four of us its time to head home. It's not much of a group parting shot but this shot taken just after our lunch back at the san luis de colorado crossing will have to do. the boys are headed back into the states with me headed to San felipe for a few days more. And with that our Copper Canyon trip has ended.
might as well include some shots while still here in Mexico.
Guess where this was taken, thats right, across the street from where I ran into Randual, Wayne and Marvin (I think, damn memory for names) who were just starting out on their Baja adventure.
panorama beach scene taken from up in a palapa at Kiki's where I was camped. Where I ran into Rustic and heard of his unfortunately dead bike.
Laguna Salada dry lake.
Last shot for this report and it's a selfie in fact about a hundred of them.
Muchas gracias Mexico for being so welcoming to a small group of bikers. Thanks to Floyd for putting tracks together for us to follow. Bob and Mark for being great guys to travel with.
And thanks fer lookin to anyone that has followed this rather lengthy time wise, post.
Wayne.
(ps If there's any interest, over the next almost month my 990 travelled thru backroads of New Mexico (amazing Indian ruins and canyons) Arizona Colorado Utah Wyoming Idaho and Washington with the associated large volume of pics. that came from it, and could perhaps become another report).)
days 29 thru 31 Imuris to Puerto Penasco. Mostly all fairly straight good pavmiento all the way to the tourist town snowbird gringo named Rocky Point.
But not before leaving our new age swanky rooms with the tasty included daysayunas.
and a shot from last night in Imuris home of the smokin gun bbq.
after checking seemingly every place in town for a room we settled for this camp spot at a beach front RV park. Mexico is on an Easter holiday partying, and the town is hopping.
time to take a break and have a little swing in the hammock.
certainly not everyone here is trustworthy as the deterrent to wall climbers is serious business.
there is no illusion here that razor wire is at head height! watch where you walk.
before ordering food in Mexico it is advised that you settle on the cost before you eat as after you'vs stuffed your gullet is no time to balk at the price. Which Bob and Myself didn't do, and enjoyed what was a deliciously expensive plate of prawns. Yum, and Ouch.
some stitched pics. first of the fish boats in the harbour.
now at the crazy busy beach on the west of town, people vendors food beer campers and thundering wandering brass bands set up all over the place.
(mark must've mooved and got trimmed by the stitched picture, oops heh heh)
a little different kind of selfie with the fairly regular ice cream for dessert in hand.
what this fella lacked in teeth he made up for with brute enthusiasm, he belted out the Beatles song "don't let me down" so loud I think it's still echoing in my head. Though silly loud he was a good singer and having a great time. Well worth a few pesos.
wall to wall people, long gone are the empty towns and roads of a few weeks ago, long gone.
as night fell 4 blocks of downtown were shut to vehicles and the people and brass bands let fly.
with the full moon rising this town is about to get rocked. A reasonable guess was made that there were at least 24 brass bands all "semi" taking turns trying to out do each other, never experienced anything even close to the several hours we spent downtown, so much energy, and noise!! and always food, lots of it. We returned the next night but it was half the night as the one before it, perhaps it was the moon.
smells fantastic, lets eat here (first then we'll eat over there and so on)
After a day off we headed to the border and for three of the four of us its time to head home. It's not much of a group parting shot but this shot taken just after our lunch back at the san luis de colorado crossing will have to do. the boys are headed back into the states with me headed to San felipe for a few days more. And with that our Copper Canyon trip has ended.
might as well include some shots while still here in Mexico.
Guess where this was taken, thats right, across the street from where I ran into Randual, Wayne and Marvin (I think, damn memory for names) who were just starting out on their Baja adventure.
panorama beach scene taken from up in a palapa at Kiki's where I was camped. Where I ran into Rustic and heard of his unfortunately dead bike.
Laguna Salada dry lake.
Last shot for this report and it's a selfie in fact about a hundred of them.
Muchas gracias Mexico for being so welcoming to a small group of bikers. Thanks to Floyd for putting tracks together for us to follow. Bob and Mark for being great guys to travel with.
And thanks fer lookin to anyone that has followed this rather lengthy time wise, post.
Wayne.
(ps If there's any interest, over the next almost month my 990 travelled thru backroads of New Mexico (amazing Indian ruins and canyons) Arizona Colorado Utah Wyoming Idaho and Washington with the associated large volume of pics. that came from it, and could perhaps become another report).)
Dorky
Moderator
Thanks Wayne. A fantastic ride and a fantastic ride report. You are the king of ride reports. I sat down in front of this machine a couple of hours ago and thought I would have a quick look - there were other things I was supposed to do. Oh well, very enjoyable.
I'm pretty sure that I will never again in my life see the sentence "horny young bulls with massive pink penises wrestling around in the water".
Cheers!
I'm pretty sure that I will never again in my life see the sentence "horny young bulls with massive pink penises wrestling around in the water".
Cheers!