October 30th (dia treinta) - Through the canyon to Creel
Batopilas to Creel was a joke in comparison. Saying goodbye over breakfast to our new friends, we headed out of town early.
Continuing on dirt roads, however lacking the steep inclines and jagged rocks, we laughed. This day was a pleasure and we were able to enjoy the spectacular scenary.
The only difficulty is trying to ride with a bent handlebar, as I have to twist my wrist at an awkward angle which causes pain that travels through my wrist, arm and to my shoulder. Realizing I haven't the proper tools to remove it to bend it back into shape means probably riding like this until Houston.
Arriving at Creel in time for dinner, we are welcomed by another fiesta. Enjoying a bit of the celebration, I made my way to the first internet cafe to burn my photos onto CD and to inform my family that I was still alive! Unfortunately the cafe was closing and I wouldn't be able to update journals or upload pictures.
The temperature here drops to a freezing point during the nights and we are promised frost in the morning. Our hotel lacks hot water, so the best we can do is bury ourselves under blankets. One extreme to the next, from searing hot to freezing cold, we are at least thankful to be back on paved roads!