There’s nothing like lounging on a log chair with a cold beer, watching life in the Copper Canyon high country! The Sierra Lodge porch overlooks a Tarahumara Indian valley and the Cusárare River. Pines, boulders and small ranchos are scattered throughout the valley. Watch for the occasional loose burro or cow. Children play near the river, and mothers do their laundry at the river’s edge and lay the brightly colored cotton skirts to dry in the sun on large boulders.
Copper Canyon Romance!
Ahhhh—romance lives in Copper Canyon’s high country and Batopilas, in the remote canyon floor! Very often, folks bring their significant “other” to Copper Canyon, to experience the spectacular beauty, seclusion and comfort in the high country and in Batopilas. Weddings have been held at the upscale Riverside Lodge, with just about the entire town turning out to celebrate the occasion! Check out the Wedding Photo Gallery right here.
Here is a story told by a Riverside Lodge staff person’s mother-in-law about her grandmother:
“In the time of Pancho Villa an active and energetic agent from one of the great commerical houses of Chihuahua decided to seek his fortune in trade with the merchants of Batopilas. In that time, Batopilas, although remote and inaccessible, was the seat of vast silver wealth and the trading center of the northern Sierra Madre Occidental. Despite fabulous wealth, Batopilas was so isolated from the outside world that it’s residents retained a child-like innocence and the simple life of the Sierra.
I think in his way he was a visionary. He set out in spats, vest and high celluloid collar, for the fabulous ines at Batopilas. He traveled with the supply conducta. The conducta set out each morning with a compliment of 60 mules, up that rocky valley that extends from Chihuahua. Mules, merchant and all, then disappeared into the silent pin forests of the High Sierras and down into the great mother canyon. You know it is still the least explored corner of our republic? He was more used to fine horses than mules. I have understood that he arrived at the depths of the canyon (which you know is very tropical), still dressed in collar, vest and Parisian shoes. But I think that the mules’ pace down the great cliffs and across the rivers large with August rains seduced this salesman into the rhythm of a new life.
As he crossed the bridge into Batopilas, he saw a girl bathing in the river, which by the custom of that time, was innocent and without shame. He instantly fell in love. She was 14 years old. They were married and together they established an emporium which became the principal house of commerce of that region in the time of Pancho Villa. She was my grandmother.”