A long and difficult dirt road leads to Batopilas.
Even the Spanish penetrated this wild territory.
Situated on the river, Batopilas has no bridges.
One of many armed pack trains going into Batopilas.
Very few foreign visitors make it to Batopilas.
Loading the burros.
Tough local feet.
We hired a burro to carry our packs, He refused to move!
Off we go, carrying our own packs.
Numerous small adobe huts along the route.
Follow the Batopilas river for a while.
Compared to our Divisidero hike, we had good trail all the way.
These burros didn't recognize our smell.
The owner is far behind.
Finally they go by us.
Houses are built with home made bricks.
Pigs, chickens, goats are raised for food.
A shady rest spot.
This train passed by our campsite. The men were heavily armed.
Leave the river and start the climb to the canyon rim.
Mike and Felix both wore Tarahumara sandals.
From the sub-tropics to beautiful pine forests.
Arriving at the canyon rim, 4000 feet above Batopilas.
A local water supply make a good shower.
Villa Union. A road connects the village to Divisidero.
Fresh fruit is a surprise.
Some of the locals find us very strange.
This young man never said a word.
Like the old west, most men are armed.
