Lost in ChihuahuaSat 21 Sep
The man pictured below was nowhere to be seen in the state of Chihuahua. I found his poster at Divisadero Barrancas del Cobre, the dividing point in the Copper Canyon. I had already broken my ankle high up in the Sierras. The only way down had been on the back of a mustang horse led by a cowboy. The cowboy, I was told, was the fastest in town. They were having a rodeo that day. It took two hours to get down the side of the mountain, with the horse jumping over rock formations and me hanging on to its silver studded saddle. The next day I was sitting at the station waiting for El Chepe to take me to Cuauhtémoc, which means "aguila que cae" (fallen eagle).