Up at 4:30am and on the train before 6:00 to roll into Copper Canyon for a 10 hour ride to Creel up high in the mountains. Interesting fact, there isn't actually any copper in the canyon. The Spanards saw the green moss on the rocks and thought it was copper so it got misnamed....those Spaniards with their killing the indios, stealing their land and misnaming everything really have a bad rep historically speaking.
The canyon was pretty cool but not as spectactular as advertized. Passengers could stand in the fresh air in between cars and take photos and the conductor (complete with little cap and vest) came through the cars to tell us when something photo worthy was coming. Unfortunatly, it started raining half way through so things kind of disappeared into the fog.
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