Re-finding the Silver Trail

Copper Canyon, Mexico

From the mines near Batopilas, To the bank in Chihuahua. And then by train, To El Paso. Haul the silver, Hide the gold.

125 miles of trail. Trains of mules with steel shoes, Tarahumara’s with none. Four stations along the way. Mountains with pines, Canyons with rocks. Following the path, That leads, To the wagon road, At Carachic.

A generation of travel, Stopped by time. Trees grow and Meadows change.

The route forgotten, Except for what The mules cut Into the rock, With their hooves.

Stories linger: Pilares, El Patron, La Laja, Los Conchos, El jefe with the knife, Teboreachi, The piano, Huajochi.

Eventually, the day arrives. And we go. 60 years later.

Years of talk and wondering, Turn into action. How hard could it be? Mountain bikes, walking, and camping Many questions asked, But few answered. Is this the trail?

We do it backwards- from Carachic. First to El Ojito, then on south. Past La Herradurra, Night with Gabino Flores at Huajochi Station, Walk through the Arroyo de las Iglesias, Camp at The Hot Springs, The next night with support at Pilares Station.

On to Siquerichi. Cold night at La Laja Station. Camping near Teboreachic Station. Past Coyachique, Then down to the Batopillas River. From there, it’s ten miles of gravel road, Finally, we arrive in Batopilas, And Casa San Miguel.

The trail re-found Was it ever lost? Reconnoitered, mapped, Ridden, walked, photographed, Written and talked about.

Finally, Like before, the Chabochis Move on.

But the trail stays.

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