Maderas

Here we are at our Maderas motel (right). I don't know why we bothered to wash our bikes. They would be dirty again in a couple of hours.

That's the Huapoca suspension bridge below. It's about 30 miles west of Maderas. We had planned to cross it, but a lumber truck blocked our way. Its load was piled too high to make it through, despite heroic efforts by the driver to saw away parts of the top logs.

	Of course we provided expert advice, but it didn't help. We went back the way we came.

What do you mean the bridge is rickety? If it weren't solid as a rock, Nuñez wouldn't have signed it.