The Teresa Room has Large Bedroom and a huge Bathroom with access to the dining room,. fabulous salon and sitting porches and patios. Included in price is a, gardener, watchman, and daily housekeeping. It is in the antique town of Batopilas declared a PUEBLO MAGICO, by Mexico's President. The Copper Canyon Lodge is in the center of Batopilas, once the seat of the richest silver mine in the world. Hiking trails radiate from the town to isolated missions, primitive ranchos, mines, the ruins of the Silver Baron's gothic-adobe mansion. Trails go from the verdant subtropical canyon bottom along the river in Batopilas, up to cactus forests, oak and finally ponderosa pine on the canyon rim. The locals are open and friendly, having not seen tourists. The visitors who come to Batopilas are more experienced sophisticated travelers. You will meet descendants of the original miners and see on the streets Tarahumara Indians come down to trade in the afternoon. Martin Alcaraz your host, will introduce you to local guides. *********************** Here's the story on Batopilas---. They were open mouthed and silent as the first car came down the street of Batopilas in 1983. Long ago, this same street was paved with silver bars the day that Clarita Barron walked from her house to the church to be married. Once the richest silver mine in the world, mule trains of silver ingots left biweekly over the rugged trail until the mine closed in Pancho Villa’s Revolution. Batopilas and its people fell off the map. Since then, the town survived in the roadless canyon depths until that day in 1983, when the first bulldozer found Batopilas … in time…waiting. When Skip McWilliams arrived in 1987 to restore the Bigler House, people insisted he was el Jefe Grande’s grandson, come to reopen the mines. Copper Canyon Lodge founder Skip McWilliams tells of his first meeting in Batopilas...... "Manuel Manjarrez sat behind the desk facing the door at the Federal Bureau of Mines Office. I asked, “ How long have you been in charge of the office here in Batopilas?” “I have opened the office here without fail, five days a week for 63 years.” “When was the last time someone did business with your office?” “No one ever has come to my office." Miguel’s big corner store was, and still is the largest business. Since the revolution closed the big mines, Batopilas has survived those 100 years as the supply center for cattlemen, the subsistence ranchos in the hills, and the Tarahumara Indians who come to town to barter herbs and hand hewn beams. Miguel uses the balance on the counter to weigh the chunks of silver brought by prospectors, and rings up dynamite from the same cash register still there from the boom days. In 1989 when Skip arrived there were still men’s celluloid collars on the high shelves, and Dr. Bell’s Liniment, dusty and unsold those many decades. The regional penitentiary was here, forgotten by the outside world. The few remaining prisoners were taken to Dona Mica’s little restaurant every evening for dinner. Families took turns taking the men out to join them for Christmas. Girls played marbles in the dusty street and Padre Gallego’s white horse rummaged at night in the trash drums in front of the nunnery. French accountants, Welsh miners and German carpenters had left their surnames, blue eyes and blond hair in Batopilas. In isolation the mix of languages became a contracted version of Spanish, Batopelese, unique in all the world. The adobe gothic mansion of Silver Baron Alexander Shepherd, across the river was still respected…awaiting the return of the el jefe grande. The watchman was still there living in the ruins in 1983.... waiting. People still held the banknotes printed by the mining company. The book was still open to the same page from the last of the days of the Great Batopilas Mining Company. And so it is still today....Mexico of 100 years ago, with with horses, mules and burros mixed in with the ragged pickups. Last year, the President of Mexico came and declared Batopilas a PUEBLO MAGIGO, a national treasure…and so it is. The Copper Canyon Riverside Lodge is not a renovation, but a restoration. Miguel’s store is still on the main corner, the Tarahumara come to trade, and your guides are former mule skinners, miners and cattlemen. These are a proud people with a history. They are open and well worth knowing. Nowadays you descend 6000 feet on the spectacular and hair raising road to the subtropical floor of the Copper Canyon to Batopilas stuck somewhere i n time. Here Alexander Shepherd's half mile long Adobe Gothic Mansion is visible in ruins along the river. Here once were casinos and elegant parties. Society was complete with 3 separate levels. In festivals there were always three separate dances, "So that there would be no hurt feelings." But the revolution changed all that. The mine closed and the town lay forgotten until the first bulldozer busted a road through the still unexplored Copper Canyon Complex in 1983 astonishing the residents of the forgotten town. "Picture Tahiti and Treasure Island" says the National Geographic Traveler of Batopilas. The Copper Canyon Riverside Lodge in Batopilas is a 18th century restored hacienda. The shady courtyards invite relaxation after a day out on the trails. Guests can also relax and visit with friends in the elegantly appointed salon, filled with Victorian-inspired furnishings; crystal chandelier, hand painted wall stencils, gorgeous paintings and a huge ceiling mural are all reminiscent of a bygone Victorian era. Guest rooms are furnished with antique beds and claw foot tubs, and Moorish style windows look out into the cobbled street. Outside, senoras sweep the street in front of their houses each morning, burro trains arrive for supplies at Miguel's store and children play marbles in the plaza. The Copper Canyon Riverside Lodge is an intimate part of village life. Outsiders are relatively few here in the untouristed floor of the Copper Canyon. Both travelers and residents find each other mutually interesting. A tiny stairway leads to a hidden roof terrace. There, is a 360 degree view of three intersecting canyons. Deciding what to do the next day is as simple as selecting one of the three canyons. Will it be ruins, mines, or hiking in spectacular scenery? The part time guides include a former mayor, cattleman, mule skinner, storekeeper, and a cantina manager whose stories and insights are very real. According to local legend, a gypsy won a worthless mine in a card game. Working the mine, he discovered the famous "la nevada" a solid inch thick silver vein. He purchased noble title and became "El Conde Bustamante". He built the church, and across from it, his first home which is the oldest part of the Copper Canyon Riverside Lodge. Guests stay in his bedroom. Each room has it's own large bathroom with the inconvenient luxury of a claw foot tub. How did the prominent citizens in that faraway place and time live? What was refined to them? They brought the best from Europe and installed it in adobe palaces with rock floors. The Riverside Lodge is the real thing. Here is a chance to enjoy hiking and exploring the greatest most primitive canyon system in the world by day and arrive footsore and weary to the comfort exactly as enjoyed a century ago. Each room is furnished with high beds and fine linens and comforters. There are patios and fountains. Included are housekeepers, gardener, handyman, watchman.. There are also good Batopilas restaurants nearby. Governors, presidents, and countless celebrities who shall remain nameless have enjoyed the authentic century old elegance of the Copper Canyon Lodge.