From Sal’s we headed down to Copper canyon, but not before having another round of delicious machaca burritos in Arizpe. I’ve picked up a couple kilos of dry machaca so I’ll be able to treat some of you back home to the same. Can’t wait.
Copper canyon was stunning as always. The first night we didn’t make it to Urique as planed and stayed in San Raphael where we met some locals working on installing electric lines. They arrived at the hotel just as we were breaking into the bourbon and we asked if they wanted to join. Three shots later we were inquiring where the best food in town was. They took us to a place where the specialty was Camarones Aguachile en Molcajete.
Being in central Mexico, and half way down a desert canyon, at least ten hours from the coast, the idea of seafood didn’t sound particularly appetizing and wasn’t the local cuisine I was expecting, nor was I eager to trust the seafood, but Charlie (one of the electrical workers) convinced me it would be safe and worth it. Was he ever right. This was as good (but different) than the Aguachile in Culiacan with the Sirens. I got the recipe and yet another dish I look forward to testing on friends when I get home.
We woke up the next morning to find gasoline spilling out of my air filter. Hmm, no bueno is what we were thinking. We took apart the carburetor and examined the float bowl and put it back together scratching our heads, cleaned out the air filter compartment and fired her up only to see gas spilling out of the carb. Oops. Now, that I’m thinking this is above my ability so we found the only mechanic in town but he was busy with the governor of Urique’s pick-up. After three harassing visits, I pushed the bike over and showed him what was going on. It took him about 3 seconds to point out I didn’t put the carburetor back together properly. Doh!
With a late start we got on our way to Urique for lunch and cervezas. The bike functioned fine but would eventually need a new o-ring when we’d get to Durango.
Copper Canyon was stunning as always and we enjoyed a beautiful ride down. Dave had deciphered a route from Urique to Batapilas from Google earth that wasn’t on any of our maps. Intrigued, we wanted to give it a go, so we inquired about it and were told, “oh yeah, no worries, would take you guys about 3 hours. 3 hours?, magic carpet again. It was probably the hardest terrain I’ve ridden in my three visits to the canyon and most of it was in first gear. We got separated at one point and lost about an hour, which forced us to drop down 5,000 vertical feet of steep switchbacks in the dark. We made it down safely but not something I particularly want to repeat.
The day was really fun and rewarding and made the beer and the tacos adobada taste oh sooo good.