|The dirty dozen, all of us who went on the|
Barrancas de Cobre tour.
|Lovely Tarahumara girl.|
Another attraction was a series of ziplines from the canyon rim to various 'landings'. I've always wanted to try ziplining, but not sure I would want my first experience to be dangling over a thousand foot drop into a rocky canyon!
After our tram trip, we walked into town on a lovely new paved path along the canyon rim. The whole area feels like a National Park with handicapped trails and railings. In town, we had an hour to explore before the train arrived. At the platform there were a dozen women with coal fires under flat metal plates, making gorditas, and stirring steaming pots of chopped meats and vegetables. Dick said the tour company didn't recommend eating anything at the station because some previous customers had gotten sick. But I've eaten cooked street food for a long time and never had a problem. As long as you avoid uncooked vegies like lettuce and tomatoes, you should be ok. I hunkered down with a fat gordita, split open and stuffed with pork and chiles. Anne followed suit, then Evan and Felicia took the plunge as well. Of all the things we'd been served and the restaurants we'd eaten in, Anne said at the end of the trip, the gorditas at the train station were the best food she'd eaten in Mexico.
The train arrived and we said goodby to Noel and Roberto. I gave Noel a nice tip and told him it was because he hadn't let me out of the car when I was in such a panic. That was the smart thing and I appreciated that he'd done it. He just smiled and said "Nos vemos, Amica Cherry."
|View of the valley from the|
train high on the mountainside. A short
time later, the train went over that bridge.
We arrived in El Fuerte well after dark and were hustled to our hotel there in a large bus, where we were greeted with complimentary margaritas and another delicious and filling meal!
|Copper Canyon viewed from the Tram drop point.|
|Seriously depleted reservoir.|