We flew into Chihuahua late Friday night, after working all day, and then had to be up at 4:30 am to buy tickets and get on the only train leaving that day at 6am. Needless to say, we were exhausted when we got on the train. Thankfully, we weren't going far that first day. About 5 hours after getting on the train (and after a delicious breakfast, a long nap, and some delightful podcasts), we stopped in Creel. This is a delightful small town, and a great place for a rest. We spent most of the rest of Saturday sleeping and relaxing (and trying to stay warm! we weren't prepared for northern mountainous weather) but Sunday morning we woke up ready for our vacation day with about 3 hours to kill.
Dave got the great idea to walk around and "see the town". Well, it was a small town, with not much to see, but I wanted to walk before 9 hours stuck on a train. Thankfully, we did find an amazing rocky hill behind our hotel. Dave then got the great idea to climb it. I watched.
Since Dave did not die ("no death, no jail" is my travel mantra) and he offered to help me up, I climbed up, too.
From up on that rock, we were able to truly see the town of Creel, and not just the 2-block tourist center.
Definitely worth the climb.
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