Its lofty mountain peaks basking in the clear blue ether, beckoned to us inspiringly and raised our expectations of success.

This, then, was the region we were to explore! Little did I think then that it would shelter me for several years.

It looked so near and was yet so far, and as we travelled on southward the sight of it was soon lost again.
We gradually descended to the Bavispe River, a name here given to the Yaqui River, in accordance with the custom which the Mexicans have in common with people in other parts of the world of giving different names to one river in its course through different districts.

It was a treat to catch the first sight of the magnificent sheet of water the river forms near the town of Opoto, as it slowly wends its way through green shrubs.

It is the largest river of the west coast of Mexico and is here about 1,400 feet above the level of the sea.
Following the river to the south, we soon passed the towns of Guasavas and Granados.