From the blackness of night, with no depth to anything, the first rays of morning light over Mexico’s Copper Canyon are a revelation.   They play with the rocks, painting them bluish pink and orange and golden yellow, a moving canvass without borders.  If the Copper Canyon were in the United States it would be featured in every Outside Magazine ever published.  Wider, deeper and longer than the famed Grand Canyon, its features would garner pages of Trip… Read More