AY, CHIHUAHUA
I lock eyes with the man standing in calf-deep water on the gravel bar, who looks straight at us like he knew we were coming. Strange, since this no has never been kayaked before. When I see the AK47 slung by his side, my mind screams, “Why didn't you listen to the Craw?! He told you this would happen!"
In 2018, Marty Cronin, aka “the Craw," embarked on the ride of a lifetime into Copper Canyon in Chihuahua, Mexico's largest and northernmost state. It's a still-wild place. Ephemeral dirt roads linkthe interior, arid altiplano to high pine forests and the monsoon-bathed barrancas of
