Basaseachi Falls

August 5, 2010

After seeing a few photos and hearing about the waterfalls from both locals and folks back in the states (one being my bro Kev), we decided they were definitely not to be missed, though it meant retracing our steps back to San Juanito before getting some new roads to saunter along.  After a long day of frustrating internet-ing (trying to keep this blog updated is not something these canyon lands want me to do easily), we hit the dusty trail and camped a bit of the ways down the road heading back towards San Juanito.

The backtracking did have its bonuses.  One… we got to ride past a particular pothole again that I had misjudged the seriousness of earlier, sending one of my panniers bouncing off my front rack and into the street, leaving a small hole to be patched in the side.  This second time we cruised by a road crew was filling the monster with some gravel, which left me riding away with a smile.  This pothole had been discussed many times over the previous days and after having seam sealed the hole in my pannier and velcro-ed my bags on more tightly, I was ready for a rematch.  Thanks to the road maintenance crew, the showdown was thwarted.  Two…we got to run into Naelly, a spark of a girl who we’d met in Creel but who lives in San Juanito.  It’s always nice to run into people you “know”, especially so far from home.

The ride to Basaseachi was all in all an absolutely beautiful one.  It took us about a day a half, though it could certainly be done in one.  Our slowness in these times is a result of trying to pack up in the rain laden mornings and the continual pit stops during the day to put on or take off our rain gear.  The second day met us with a sunny morning and we spent the first half of our day swooping (with little climbs interjected here and there) down towards the town of Basaseachi and the falls.  It was not long before we hit the end of the road, a col-du-sac of cars, food stalls and blaring music.  We found our way to the campground and decided to spread out along the lower part of the river.  Kurt headed back into town to grab some cold beers and things to roast while I went about setting up the tent…or almost.  Within minutes it was pouring and I decided to instead don the rain gear I’ve grown so fond of recently and take a stroll through the woods.  Then it turned into a swimming, fire roasting, beer drinking evening.

The next morning we hiked to the falls, reaching the top within minutes and peering over the barricaded edge with the other folks who gathered around on the concrete patios they have constructed up there.  With all of the rain that had been falling the water was raging!  It looked very different from the pictures we had seen, and at the rate it was pouring over there was no hope for a swim in one of the pools at the top.   At 812 feet, Basaseachi Falls are the second highest waterfalls in Mexico and also the largest continuously running waterfall in the country as well.  W spent the good part of the day hiking down to the base and then up again to the other side for some more views.  Standing next to the falls at the bottom was greatly worth every hill we climbed to get there.

The next day brought more rain and has us tent bound and tea drinking.  We emerged late the next morning and started our trek back to San Juanito.  We figured rather than retrace our steps again, we’d try to hitch a ride.  We waited our spot in the hitching line for a bit, but then got antsy and ended up riding back to San Juanito and further on to Creel over the next day.  Now we are back in the plus and heading towards this great big hole in the earth we’ve heard so much about…Barranca De Cobre, otherwise known as Copper Canyon.

Hiding out behind the glass while the daily soakage has its way...

Yes, it tasted like rainbows...

Misty riding...

The riding was fantastic! The road was fantastic! The weather stayed fairly fantastic! All around we were pretty psyched to have taken this little side trip...

Along this canyon route we passed many small communities, completely self-sustaining for the most part...

If anyone knows this dude, you know he likes his fires...

With afternoon monsoons a regular, dry wood is not terribly easy to come by. Kurt did find some buried logs however and splitting into them revealed some great cedar to get going...

And finally, some things a' roasting! These steaks cost 10 pesos each, perfect for our budget, and we paired them with some black beans we'd been soaking all day...

At the base of the falls! It was like a monsoon you could turn off by walking away! Notice the rainbow in the lower left. This picture doesn't capture it very well, but it sure was stunning... (Photo: Kurt)

We hiked up to top of the falls and viewed them from as many angles as we could. Not a bad place to eat some lunch...

Kurt ascending one of the climbs we tackled while returning from the falls...

Oh, the hilarity of it all. Have I mentioned how much I love riding in squishy socks and shoes?... (Photo: Kurt)

This morning was a golden opportunity to take some time to dry out everything that has been starting its own science projects in our bags...


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