Just another day at the office. Fastpacked over to Urique to meet with La presidencia and meet up with a couple of 50 mile double canyon back-packing clients in Cerocaui, 5,000 feet of climb above Urique over the west rim.
Upon my arrival in and out and up from the Urique Canyon, my pup, Guadajuko--a Tarahumara word meaning: cool, and I happened to see el secretario de turismo, Jairo. "So, Jairo, Are we going to pay a little more prize money to make up for the devalued peso and get more folks here to run with us? How much more?" He answered, "Mucho." We now have 125,000 pesos--almost 10,000 dollars prize money, for men and women, and at least 10 tons of maize--provided mostly by yours truly and whatever entrants and sponsors might come our way.
Looks like about a half-dozen international runners, and a few Boulderites, and myself, and maybe 150 Raramuri--Tarahumara runners from all over la Sierra Madre. Andale!
Caballo Quien Sabe--whatever horse
In appreciation for what is.