I had Dinner with Rob and Dan. We paid money to listen to the worst rock band in history. She was a totally depressed Ricky Lee Jones that couldn't hit a note if her life depended on it. Welcome back to reality!

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Rob was taken by the waitress… She was flattered, a very sweet looking lady. She is younger than my daughter. Yikes!

Back to the trip; taking the low road out the day before and having it just "roll by" like an easy afternoons ride was very satisfying.

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This was my first run back into Mexico since 2000.

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This is the hook that got me on this trip to start with, the town and the road to Uruachi. We just finished ripping through the most traveled area around Copper Canyon, now we are going into new territory.

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The trip to Uruachi and back.

In the last report, we were in Chinipas.

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We left early and started where we crossed the river the night before.

Justin decided to take a short cut and travel down the riverbank of the Chinipas river.

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I lost count of the crossings…

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but I think there were about 7 of them, not including a round trip to a dead end on the second one, so we did about 9 crossings in the first hour.

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Nothing like a steam bath and boots full of water to get your blood going in the morning. Some of them were deep.

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After about 5 crossings the water started to soak into my pants, then down into the boots filling them up. Waterproof boots are great until they get full of water; they hold it all day long.

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Amazingly every one did fine except for a lot of wet feet. We were driving in and out of sand washes and then hard pack. I was loving it, I even forgot about how my feet were starting to prune. The bike was running superb; all is well.

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I was so surprised at how the 640 handled the sand, most of the other riders were struggling but the stabilizer and with the tires down to 14 lbs., I was in great shape and having a blast.

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Every time we stopped I pulled my boots off, I was trying to get some drying action going.

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We even got into some single track.

We followed several of the rivers forks and running into some very good riding, the most technical yet. I live for this. If I was on my smaller dirt bike this would be no challenge but on the 640 and keeping a 25 mph clip, it was loads of fun. The bike tracked well and was very forgiving. I could stuff the front end into a turn, slide the back end into a tight apex, gas it for the last half and on to the next. Going too fast you get a lot of weight and a slingshot effect around a big turn, you loose a lot of time and control. Square it off, hit the gas is the way. I was getting a great rhythm going.

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We started one of many climbs for the day.

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There were a number of them and they were spectacular. The kind of riding that makes the trip to Mexico worthwhile.