At the crack of dawn, there we were, buying tamales and hot chocolate from two women in front of the train station in Chihuahua. We’re waiting to board the El Chepe train to a small village in the Barranca Del Cobre, a gigantic canyon high up in the Sierra Madre Mountains.
The scenery changed from farmlands and desert cacti to green pines and winding rivers as El Chepe chugged up the through the countryside. At one point a man on a horse came galloping next to the train waving his cowboy hat in the air and blowing kisses at the passengers. It felt like I had somehow stepped back in time. When we arrived in Creel, Mel and José took us to the canyon where we stood in awe, climbed around on some cliffs, and crossed a questionable suspension bridge.
The next day, with a small group of family and friends, we piled into a 15 passenger van and drove out to the ceremony site. Fun fact; Cascada De Cusarare is where José proposed to Mel about a year ago.
After driving a few miles down a dirt road, forging a river, and a hiking through the forest we found ourselves standing in a stream looking up at the waterfall. Mel and José climbed up onto the boulders, said their vows, and sealed it with a kiss. Just then, a crack of thunder roared across the canyon and It started to pour. No one paid attention to the rain. The sun was still shining through the clouds and it was perfect.