October 14, 2008 At the Mine In the morning I hear the marching band again.  The horribly discordant marching band.  I wonder what they are doing.  They were out playing last night, as the rain poured down.  They must be dedicated, but for being so dedicated they are horrible.  Horrible like when I played trumpet […]

October 13, 2008 Creel to Hidalgo de Parral Do you remember two days ago, when I was complaining that Copper Canyon was not as beautiful as I thought it was going to be? Well, the motorcycle ride today made of for all of that. I think I need to go out on a limb and […]