Errrrr. No. And not the fault of Toyota Trails. I just got bombarded with finishing the truck and the new writing gigs. It is on my task list if that helps any.
And you are right, that last leg was the most beautiful, remote and impressive of the trip. I actually held back tears a little at one point.
Ok, so here is the scenario:
We had driven from Cerocahui west through Mesa de Arturo and into the western watershed of canyons. At about 40 miles remote we rounded a bend to see two small cabins tucked against the trees. In front of the cabins was a 30-40 acre meadow with a small stream running through it. While staring in awe of the beautiful view, three small Tarahumaran children started running through the mix of sunflower and corn, laughing and playing along the stream. If I had been on a horse, three hundred years prior, it would have looked no different.
one of the most spectacular scenes in my life...
And since I have been so tardy in my updates, here are a few images of that very place...
I know, I know... But it was real, I promise.
