I woke to see dark shadows creeping on the fly of the tent. After the leafcutter ant attackand the surrounding spiders we noticed the night before, I dreaded what potentially wanted to eat us or our gear.
Luckily, it was just a pair of little frogs enjoying the dew covered fly.
Leaving the highway proved to be refreshing. We stumbled upon a parade in a small town, had some delicious tacos and continued to enjoy views of vast agave plantations.
We were on a mission to make it to Guanajuato, almost eighty miles (~129 km) from where we camped. Prior to this trip, I had only heard of Guanajuato once, mentioned in the Robert Earl Keen song “Mariano“. It promised to be a great place to spend a day or two.
We read that the discovery of minerals and in particular silver, made it wealthy and influential during the colonial era. The mines were so rich that they accounted for two-thirds of the world’s silver production at their peak.
It is located in a narrow valley and when we started the climb up into the city, we could not see it. We passed through three tunnels before finally arriving on the outskirts of the city. The buildings seemed to be stacked on top of one another, climbing the sides of the surrounding hills. It was a spectacular sight.
We entered the city on an underground thoroughfare which followed the original course of the Guanajuato River. In the 1960s dam construction left many of the tunnels that used to manage the flow of water dry. Subsequently many were converted to roadways.
We managed to find a ramp up to the street level and found ourselves in narrow and winding streets where most alleys were so narrow that cars could not pass through. Some backstreets were nothing more than long sets of stairs to homes and stores farther up the mountainsides.
After over seven hours of riding time we were hungry and tired. Sarah negotiated a good rate at a hotel. After we stashed our gear we headed out into the lively square and market in search of Scooby Snacks.