The long way to Los Mochus

I met Matt in Page thursday night. I took a wong turn and ended up in Jacobs lake so I didnt get there until 1:00 am. (this key board is painfull so i will not use caps, sorry you know i cant spell anyway so read at your own risk). the next day we drove up to 40 miles from the boarder and pulled over and camped the night.

the next day we drove to Hermosillo and met a guy at the temple that spoke very good English. He was very helpfull in helping us find our way to Creel. We ate lunch and shoved off to Creel. We passed over a huge river so we had to stop and take a dip. We thought we were in the middle of now where but, just as soon as we jumped in two ladies drove up, making us sneak out of sight before getting caught.

We drove most the way and finaly pulled off and slept the night. The next day we drove to creel. all along the way there were a lot of awesome small towns. We asked around in Creel if there was a Mormon Iglesia, but they just pointed to a cathlic church. We wanted to ride our bikes to Los Mochis while checking out copper canyon, but everyone said there was no road connecting to Los Mochis. This ment we would have to drive for a day and a half to two days to get back to the coast.

However, we heard that you could take a train to Los Mochis and they would let us take our bikes. So we stopped over at the train station and the train manager said only on thursdays would they let us take our bikes. but he thought there was a very rough road to Los Mochis. we asked around and he said that there was and pointed us the right way. we drove off and stopped and looked at one of the many views in copper canyon

we drove 80 miles on a dirt road and stayed the night in a small town (way pretty town).

we needed gas to make it to los mochus because our bikes were only getting somthing around 230 miles per tank loaded that heavy and we did not know how lost we might end up trying to drive a road that most people did not know existed. so we asked around and we followed this guy to a shack where a lady walks out and asked how much gas. we told her 12 liters so she went back in to a shed and came out with an old oil can of gas. we took what we could get. this did not seam to unusual to them (seemed to be the local gas station).

we then drove another 12k to cercocahui for the night. i loved this little town. it had an old cathlic church, way cool. we stayed the night in a room for $12ish. we shouved off the next morning loaded for bear and 100 miles later hit ashphalt. logest ride of my life, got lost quite a few times but always managed to find someone there to point us the way. i cant figure out what they were doing there in the middle of no where walking 110 deg. . . there was a ton of small towns that dont exist on any map. if i had to do it over again i would probibly do it but i would not do it again.

on the way we took a detour and saw some more of copper canyon. it is like grand canyon but bigger and trees. there was a road that cut into the mountians that dropped 6000 strait down switch back after switch back we come to this very small town (my favorite so far) everyone was out on the street like they had nothing elts to do on a monday. everyone was soo nice. . . we got a drink and were off.

after getting to los mochus we drove around and stopped at a bike shope to ask if they had breaks for matts bike (his back breaks went out before we stated the short cut). they did not have our breaks so we shoved off. but not before we ran into the sisters.

we drove to another big town around 12:00 am and could not find anything worth spending money on so we drove another hour and sleped in someones field, which we found out the next day was a small dump. . . we figured we were on our bikes for 15 hours that day.

we then woke up and drove to los mochus and we spent the day on the beach. . .

yep.

So I will take off where Devin ended, the ride so far has been way more than I ever thought it would be. We drove though Phoenix in 110 degree (black leather and all) and then we rode a bit down the wrong side of a Mexican freeway before a screaming ambulance forced us onto the right side (a screaming ambulance of all things?) next we found an awesome little piece of home in Hermosillo-the temple- gave ya goose bumps to so far from home and see a youth group doing temple day. Fred taylor at the temple was the perfect guy to talk to about what to see in Mexico-born and raised in the Mormon colonies and spoke perfecr English!! After the Temple we headed towards Basasachi Falls and then to the canyon....we had no idea what we were in for. I have never felt more like I was going back 100 years or so than to ride a motorcycle through all of the little mountain villages in the Sierra Madre mountains. The place is so remote and old. We saw countless little Catholic villages tucked into little valleys scattered all over the most remote and rugged mountains Ive ever ridden though. The people we so friendly and curious and the little kids we so funny!! take a look at the pics. The hard part was getting out of the mountains that took us about 15 hours monday on endless, (and I mean endless) crazy dirt, rock and feet of dusty roads. The town of Urique at the bottom of Copper was my favorite and it took us a good 2 hours to climb back out. 6000 ft up on a winddy,(how do you spell that?) rocky, rocky road. I went all the way to the bottom and back out with no back brakes.( Got some new ones today in Mazatlan, dealer was cool. Even goes to the same NPAuction in San Diego.) After the canyon, we rode and rode and rode till our butts were blue, then purple and now a hint of black.(That can{t be good?) They hurt!! But after making it all the way to Mazatlan we have had a good day of R&R by sleeping in the sand with an occasional rouge wave that makes it far enough up the beach to wet yer toes and wake ya up. Awesome DAY!! I{ll add more later. One more funny story, after a long day of driving you start to think that maybe this is all a dream and that sooner or later you are going to wake up. Well all these little Mexican towns seem to blend together, however I will not forget the one up in the Sierra Madre mountains all tucked into the trees. I was driving along not noticing much other than the road, when I came around a corner and noticed a Mexican on top of a 30 or 40 foot cliff looking over the edge. As I came around the corner I reallized what he was looking at.........there was a dead donkey at the bottom of the cliff that looked like it had gone crazy and ended it all by going over. It was definitely expired, probably munching grass in the happy hunting grounds. So there I was driving by witnessing the whole concatenation, and there he was wondering how it happened and all of a sudden one simple phrase that I wanted to share but couldn´t because I was too far past to utter loud enough for him to hear came to my mind.......................looks like ya lost yer ass! And that sums up the whole matter....adios.