Dusty trails, flat tires, tequila, sombreros and sad clowns

As we leave Guanajuato I feel a quote from ― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote is quite apt to get us moving again

Landslides, Snow, and Cheese Puffs

We asked around to see if we could go out of town heading west, the answer was a solid no, multiple bridges out and rivers at around chest height so with no alternative we headed back out the way we came in. Coming out of Batopilas after a night of heavy rain you kind ofContinue reading “Landslides, Snow, and Cheese Puffs”