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As we recharged, Sharon perused our map. There are some waterfalls an hour or so away. Even so, we both had this odd feeling of tourist let down. Maybe we should cut the trip short and head back.
We took a short ride into town, found alambre al pastor for dinner and were content for the evening.
June 8 – Ok, we’ll give “Rutas de Agua’s” a try, Mexico’s trail of waterfalls. We headed east for a bit, followed the few signs that went against our maps suggestions and had a wonderful, winding, picturesque drive through more northern Mexico mountains, eventually ending up at Mina Antigua waterfall. The walk down was challenging but once there… we were humbled by the beauty. Turquoise clear water falling 80 feet or more. Kinda violent but a very cool vibe. And the water was very nice on our t-shirt covered sunburns.We’re near the Puebla of El Naranjo. With it as a base, you can explore about a half dozen falls. We played at this one a couple of hours then headed back through El Naranjo towards possible lodging and food. We spotted a sign that made us change course.
*** Here’s a note for y’all. Wanna do this kinda stuff like we do? If you see a sign that sounds interesting, take the time to check it out. You never know what you may be passing up.***
That said, we’re sitting in our room for the night, next to the turquoise river at the base of a very large fall, much larger than the previous. The song birds are slowly quieting as the jungle noises increase, the magnificent butterflies float away and the night sounds begin. Our room/bungalow has open half walls covered by a large palapa. There are no tv’s, internet phones or radios. Our bed is covered with beautiful white mosquito net. It’s breezy and sublime. Oh hell! What’s climbing around on the roof?
We have frogs. Buenos noches.
June 9 – nope, we weren’t dreaming. This place is a little slice o’ paradise. Today was a lazy day of lounging, floating down the river, avoiding the falls. Mexico’s safety regulations aren’t as strict as in the Americas. Once again we are the only ones here. As evening comes on, we climb 164 steps up to the restaurant above the waterfall. We dine and return to an empty pool of water. Anyone thinking “skinny dip”?
As sunset ends and night begins hundred’s of birds come in to nest and the night creatures invade. Anyone up for frog races? My bet’s on American Amphibian. Sharon picked the Grey… with warts.
June 10 – After a great sleep we trekked into El Naranjo for supplies. While walking the streets of this tiny town Sharon spotted a truck with either a jaguar or some spotted cat in the bed. Cool! The circus is in town!
We grabbed a bite to eat and headed back for an afternoon plunge. We floated downstream over a fairly safe rapid that resulted in the arduous task of paddling up stream. We had afternoon cocktails then Sharon made a much needed and appreciated salad. All the while a number of new folks started popping up. We exchanged “Holas” and were content with the two days of nobody. As the sun set, the same exchange of birds for night crawlers began. American Amphibian and The Grey showed up to bid us a safe journey tomorrow.
