We eat our way through Mazatlan and go for one last stroll along the Pacific. In the morning, we pedal east, heading for the mountains.
We have been told to take the new road to Durango. It has a shoulder and is straight, mostly. We have our eyes on the old road. It is 60km longer, reportedly has 1,500 hairpin turns and the 260 kilometers take eight hours by car. Perfect.
Mostly, it’s like this, twisting and turning it’s way over and around the mountains.
The new road just blasts through, with tunnels and suspension bridges.
We climb and climb and climb, working our way up. At around 1,200 meters I come around a corner and find pine trees.
Pine trees! Water drips from rock walls. A canyon opens up before us. It’s pleasant, really.
The top of the mesa reminds me of Northern Arizona. A babbling brook invites us in, and we pass an afternoon, enjoying the sun.