It only took me nearly seven months, but I think I can finally say I like Mexico. Once you get away from the beaches, the tourist towns, the heat, and grow some level of tolerance for their bacteria, it’s really not so bad. It’s almost like permanently camping, only you’re in hotels, and, instead of bears posing potential threats, there are the drug cartels.
We got to Creel and took a couple of days to explore the nearby canyon. Tours were expensive, especially if you wanted an English-speaking guide, but that was a good excuse to snake around on some mountain roads. They weren’t the smoothest—they never are down here—but the scenery made up for it. I don’t know many places that are rich with pine, crisp mountain air, and prone to snow while also being the home of a number of different kinds of cactus.