On to Creel

Oct 1990. Ten-minute stop at Divisidero. Gorgeous view of the Copper Canyon.

October 1990.  After a few days in Ceracahui and the Paraiso del Oso hotel, we re-boarded the train and headed to Creel.   One of our stops was at another point of the rim to the Copper Canyon.  Divisidero was the name of the station and the small town there.  Many Tarahumara Indians were at the stop selling their wares and food.  We only had time for a quick look at the view, which was just as spectacular as the one Doug showed us but lacked in the overall experience.  Ten minutes goes by pretty quickly, but we managed to get this picture.  Off we went again, next stop Creel.

Oct. 1990 Tarahumara Indians selling wares and food at the train stop at Divisidero.

October 1990.  At about 3 PM, we made it to Creel.  It was chilly, and I was wearing a short-sleeved pink dress!  We went straight to our hostel, Margarita's.  We had heard so many good things about it; we were looking forward to the experience.  Many international travelers stay here, and at $50 a night, including lodging and two meals a day for both of us, it's understandable.  It was great.  We took off for a walk shortly after checking in.  The smell of wood burning, the chill in the air, and many buildings either made of or trimmed with wood reminded us of mountain towns we had visited in the U.S.  

Oct. 1990. A view of Creel off in the distance

Oct 1990. Our hostel in Creel. Margarita's.

​Our initial walk was short.  Because of the lower temps, we went back to Margarita's and changed into jeans, long-sleeved shirts, and sweaters!   We went back and settled into the town square, which was next to Margarita's.  As we enjoyed people watching, classical music began to play.  We found out that a 6 PM every night, the church pipes out classical music for everyone to enjoy.  It was magical.

The church next to Margarita's, which is the white house to the left of the church.

The square in front of the church. We often sat here at around 6 and just listened, or as Carl liked to do--sketch. It was a wonderful way to spend an hour.

Oct. 1990. Creel's main street. It reminded us of a U.S. mountain town. The smell of burning wood filled the mountain air.