The US equivalent receives (according to the National Parks Service) over 5 million visitors every year! In comparison, the entire Mexican state of Chihuahua receives only 350,000 tourists per annum (so say mexicotoday.org).
We now found ourselves in the perfect position to compare the two, having only a couple of weeks earlier, thoroughly enjoyed ourselves with a helicopter descent into the Grand Canyon.
Now, it was with excitement after an hour long bus journey from Creel to Divisadero, we’d have the chance better view that canyon I had spied a couple of days ago.
A few questions to a knowledgeable stall holder enlightened us that there was a bus back to Creel around 2pm, so we had just over 2 hours to try and indulge our senses as much as possible.
First impressions were pretty good…
The tours we had researched mentioned the ‘Adventure Park Copper Canyon’, however their prices would have merely gotten us there. With our thrifty local bus plan, we also figured we had enough credits in the bank for a teleferico (cable car) ride as well when we got there.
Our two young Australian friends quickly hitched a ride up to the adventure park, however we were quite happy to walk it, as there was a lovely path that essentially followed the rim and offered stunning views!
Eventually we reached a point where the paved trail ended, and we were presented with two options. A gravel road, or a pine needle covered dirt trail.
Initially we opted for the trail, but after only a few metres I made the call to switch to the road, as the trail really did look like had received very little use.
This worked out okay, as before long we spotted the odd tour bus, and finally we’d made it to the hustle and bustle of the adventure park.
There was the chance to partake in a couple of zip line options, but we remained committed to our teleferico (the price was much friendlier after all).
The steep descent made the canyon feel even bigger, but provided some incredible views as you can imagine.
Dug into the cliff face directly below where we had minutes before stood, we were able to see ancient burial sites, precariously perched in narrow clefts on the fairly sheer cliff face.
The teleferico didn’t take us to the canyon floor, rather to a rocky outcrop hundreds of metres deeper into the canyon.
Whilst that doesn’t sound all that impressive, the new views it offered from this different perspective, truly were (we also ran into our 2 Australian friends who had just completed the zip line and were full of praise for it).
There wasn’t an awful lot to do out here however, short of enjoy the amazing views and grab as many photos as we thought would capture the memory for us.
The return journey wasn’t all that eventful, but for a fairly well traveled Mexican woman who visits the canyon every year and loved the espousing the beauty in ‘Gods hand’ (we couldn’t argue with the beauty bit).
We hustled back along the trail so as to ensure we wouldn’t miss our 2pm bus back to Creel, and gained the company of this old girl for the length of the trip (see below).
A quick feed on those same Gorditas we’d enjoyed when we first arrived here on the train, before our hour long trip back to Creel.