March 20, 2020: Batopilas to Douglas AZ I actually got up pretty early, though not stupid early. Folks were up and about which made me feel better about firing up the bike. Getting it out of the courtyard was not going to be real subtle. Interesting riding through the dining room, but when in Mexico... (Video 40 seconds, no tunes) I really like how the auxiliary lights illuminate the hallway. You never know when a dog or child is going to step out in front of you. The view from the back of the courtyard overlooking the river was nice too. Note the foot bridge across the river to access those homes. All the previous day's cloud cover was gone. Glorious morning! Definitely going back there some day. There are some neat roads just waiting. Even though this was a paved "highway", it was a nice ride. There was a lot of debris on the roadway from the rainstorms a couple of days prior, so it wasn't a fast ride. Too much to see in any case. From the bridge, up started. And the riding got better and better. Obviously it didn't take as long to manage the elevation changes as the day before, but it wasn't just a quick jaunt up the hill. It certainly has some attractions. I forced myself to stop at some of the overlooks. It would have been easy to just keep working the throttle, dodge rocks and washouts, and maintain a shit eating grin on my face. But it was the best decision. Once out of the Rio Batopilas gorge, it sort of got less mountainous. It's not like it turned into Kansas by any stretch. The riding by no means became subpar. Nor the views. Lots of Tarahumira families along the roadway, on their way to wherever. Busses run these roads and will stop pretty much anywhere to pick up passengers. Yet another road hazard to be aware of. I stopped in Creel for more premium gas and breakfast. Then started the long ride to the border. I'm not going to say that there isn't anything to see in northern Chihuahua and Sonora, but nothing really caught my eye enough to stop for a pic. The de-escalation apparent in the above pictures in regards to the terrain very much continued to where the route soon enough became long straight desert highways. I still enjoyed riding through, but as much because I had never been that way before more than anything unique or spectacular. I made better time than expected time north to the crossing in Agua Prieta, though it was still a nine hours in the saddle day. The crossing app said that there was a 130 minute wait, but I had one last thing to do in Mexico. (Video twelve seconds) The two guys running the place were EXTREMELY friendly, and make a pretty damn good taco on a wood grill. Not a bad meal for five bucks, including a half liter bottle of Fresca. They are right on the street next to the border. So you can watch the steel wall and Border Patrol on the far side while you eat. The crossing was only around a half hour to 45 minutes, helped along by riding to the front of the line. I was looking for the motorcycle lane like there is at Mexicali, but they don't seem to have one. I purposely didn't look for hairy eyeball looks from any folks from Kansas as I sleazed into line. Not that there were many American plated cars in line anyway. It was probably three quarters Sonoran plates, with the rest Arizona. I didn't see any from elsewhere, not counting my own Washington plate. I think most of the wait was due to the CBP initiating a high level of vehicle inspections. The Motel 6 in Douglas was pretty much what you'd expect from something described as The Motel 6 in Douglas. But the bed was much softer than nearly ALL of those I utilized in Mexico, so it didn't take much effort, after a slew of "I'm back in the United States" notifications anyway, to fall into sleep.