Yagul… with a billion punctures!

An overnighter to Yagul with Alain, Paskal, and Ann

The ride out to Yagul has become something of a favourite city escape. It’s mellow enough not to demand an early start. It barely touches pavement. The dirt roads are tacky and textured. And the skies are open and uplifting. It also passes by eateries/picnickeries a plenty, promises a splash of chaos in Tlacolula, and culminates in a discreet, ledge-top camping area with startling and sweeping and glorious views. In the interesting of transparency, I should also mention the soundtrack of firecrackers/brass band practice/mariachi music that inevitably ricochets across the valley at the weekend, at unexpected (yet now expected) times of the morning or night… but that’s synonymous with Mexico, so as long as you pack your ear plugs, no big deal!
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Besides, on this occasion we were also serenaded with the yipping of coyotes come sundown. By then we were cosied up in the tent and Huesos was tired enough to do little more than prick up his ears, appraise the situation, cast me a glance for confirmation, and then fall soundly back to sleep…
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And, this time we also were graced with the finest of company, sharing the spot with three long-distance bike tourers… though fortune shone less favourably on their tyres, which, being equipped with ye olde inner tubes, were quickly riddled with dozens of wounds once we veered of more conventional dirt roads. I guess it must be goathead season, and if that’s not enough, claw-length thorns lurk in the post-rainy season undergrowth, ready to cause yet more mayhem. A leisurely morning was thus usurped with the twin pleasures of pumping up voluminous tyres and imbibing extra coffee, which did at least afford us the satisfaction of honing our patching skills and working finger and thumb muscles to the full (which, to be honest, are useful muscles to have in your bikepacking toolbox for those situations where you need to convince especially stubborn tyres onto rims).
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Oh, and did you clock the wildflowers?! Woah!
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All the best Pascal and Ann, on your journey south, and Alain on your ride north!

The broad and fertile Mitla Valley.
It’s wildflower season!
Glory be to wildflowers!
Huesos likes nothing more than having a ‘pack’ of fellow cyclists.
Views over Yagul, a Zapotec archeological site, amongst my favourites in the valley. That’s the Sierra Norte in the distance.
Alain and grandma Cactus.
Prickly neighbours around here.
When did Huesos get so big?!
It was one of those mornings. Alain’s rack bolt had broken and there were punctures to tend to.
The top image is steeper and bumpier than it looks! The lower pic is as gloriously grassy as it looks!
Huesos, the Frances Cycles Farfarer, and the Jones LWB HD/e. I have some Tailfin 22L panniers mounted to an OMM Divide rack up front, with a medium BXB Goldback. And look at that matching sunshade!
Pic 1: Huesos chanelling his inner street dog. Pic 2: Huesos seeking advice on the best memelas in town.
How many punctures? Maybe a billion, or enough that we lost count.
The Posse! Paskal and Ann, from French Canada. Alain from Switzerland. And Huesos!
Pretty sure Huesos is living his best life.

Here’s a map of the route as we rode it. Ignore RWGPS when it comes to terrain – it’s mostly unpaved.

Camera: Sony A74/85mm 1.8/28-75mm 2.8. Processed in LR with a Provia 400 custom preset.

Comments (2):

  1. Mike

    22 October 2022 at 10:20 pm

    fabulous looking area!

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  2. Cass

    23 October 2022 at 12:20 am

    I feel like I’m cycling around in circles these days. But they’re pretty circles, at least!

    Reply

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