Divisadero
We were talked into taking a short tour this morning to Divisadero, where we would take the train back to El Fuerte. Along the way, we visited a number of scenic canyon lookouts, some tucked away in the pine forests and others located in more touristy settings, with glass walkouts and swinging bridges.
All of these were nice, but our favourite part of the tour was finding a small path which lead away from the “official” lookout point. The path led to rock outcrops overhanging the vast canyon below. We sidled up to the edge of the overhang on our bellies and peered into the abyss below. The rich scent of pine needles drifted through the air and we breathed in deeply. We spotted cave dwellings in the distance and a few isolated homes along the cliff walls. The Tarahumara use drums as a form of communication and their haunting beat echoed through the valley beneath us. The experience left us feeling privileged to have participated, even this slightly, in the private lives of the secluded Tarahumara.
Our ride back to El Fuerte was on the first class train for triple the price. It was a hard pill to swallow, but there was no second class train that day. There was very little difference between the two trains other than the one was a bit newer and had a dining car attached (which we didn’t use). We arrived back in El Fuerte in time for dinner and put Sienna to bed by her regular hour. We then went to Jean and Rod’s camper along with Alain to celebrate our fantastic Copper Canyon adventure with a few too many margaritas.
