Went down to the canyons a couple of times with my old mtb buddies about ten years ago. It was truly life-changing to see that landscape and the people. When I began reading Born to Run a few months ago, I started to recognize one of the characters in the book from my vague memories of wandering around Creel and Batopilas. Gringos stick out like a sore thumb there, no less those who have adopted local attire and try to avoid new visitors from across the border. Caballo Blanco was one of them.
I admire the independence and guts he had and dragged out mis sandales today in his honor.