Day 3 - San Isidro to Batopilas
The view from inside the mouth of the rare Gigantic Mexican Sand Worm. Brian deftly made an escape.
I thought it just couldn’t get any better. Each day the views, the hotel and the food exceeded the last. The 90-mile ride from San Isidro to Batopilas was a Mexican buffet for the eyes – mountains, rivers, towns, children and a copper mine, which I mistakenly thought was a gold mine and pocketed a piece of Pyrite from in hopes to sell when I get back home and retire (oh wait, I get to ride quads for a living. I already am retired).
There were many small villages along the way where we stopped, where the kids loved coming out to watch the “Gringos” come into town. You can liken our quad run through to town to the Rose Parade in Pasadena – everyone came out to greet us. We stayed long enough to hand out candy to the local kids, which they accepted with a quiet graciousness. Then we were back on the road. The sun was setting as we cruised into Batopilas.
The Batopilas River was so calm that the Hacienda San Miguel ruins reflected brightly in the water. The Gothic mansion was built by Alexander Shepard (no relation to our guide, Pete) in 1880, which served as the family residence and business office for his major silver mining operation.