Valley leading to Rayones from Montemorelos. Road is visible on the right.
Temple on the Montemorelos/Rayones road.
Galeana street
Hotel room in the Magdalena. 180 pesos per night. 180/12.9 = $13.95 dollars.
One of my favorite all time photos was a similar one taken of this guy last year. It looks like the past year has been good to him as he appears noticeably healthier.
Wayland, Ed, myself and Jeff, ready to start the day's ride.
Waterfall in Puente de Dios.
The road North of Galeana turns from dirt to pavement a short distance from Rayones.
Laundry day in Santa Rosa
Wayland distributes school supplies in Santa Rosa
Tough life for dogs in Cienega del Toro
Roadside memorials for loved ones are seemingly everywhere in Mexico. This one was a bit unique in that it was in a window set into the cliff.
Ed inspects Pozo del Gavilán - a cenote located a short distance from Galeana. A pool at the bottom is reported to be connected to nearby Laguna de Labradores through a series of caves.
Wayland demonstrates the proper form for surviving a peek at the bottom. Meanwhile on the far side Stuntman Jeff stands perilously close to a recently collapsed section of the rim.
Ed contemplates advantages of alternative transportation. In the end however, he decides to keep the Buell.
Restaraunt Ramirez in General Zaragoza. The Carne Guisada with handmade tortillas was excellent. As we were finishing the meal, a local farmer came in and gave us apples from his orchard for dessert.
That evening at a local taco stand: Pinklloyd demonstrates quick and efficient decision making ability - choosing Pirátes instead of Tacos al Pastor.
Mi comida: Tacos al Pastor,and papas fritas with a durazno soda. The salsa was not for beginners.
The municipality of Aramberri celebrates its 383'd anniversary - founded in 1626!
Standing a towering 5'8", I'm a really big guy in Mexico.
10,500 ft. peak in the Sierra los Piños range from just North of La Ascensión
Richard shamelessly begs for candy from the local kids.
Helping a fellow rider in Galeana - not much of a problem that electrical tape and an old inner tube couldn't fix. He was heading back to Saltillo, on the highway, at night, in the rain - I hope I actually did him a favor by fixing the bike.
Jeff indicates the rainbow, which seemingly ends at Hotel Jardin.
This fellow was absolutely determined to wash my bike - he wouldn't take no for an answer. I know the gritty rags he was using and the lack of available water was doing it more harm than good, but I hadn't the heart to stop him.
Another one of the pooch on the roof – simply because I like the photo. I like Mexico too!