
If you follow your nose up the road from the Tlaminalli restaurante, past the reservoir for Teotitlan, after countless switchbacks on a narrow dirt road, you will come to the mountain village of Benito Juarez. It is about 20 k. and there is a better and paved road if you want to take a left at Tlacolula and head north. Benito Juarez is idyllic with fantastic views of converging mountain ranges and the valleys they open into. There is also a great place to eat in the zocalo where I had one (or two) of the best chile rellenos. For the intrepid traveler, there are eco-tourist cabins nestled among the tall pines. Those pines sit on a carpet of alpine flowers and cacti.

Oaxaqueños from the city never go there. It is too cold for them.

Henry, Rosa and Zach in front of a nice specimen. Henry was probably imagining what nice mezcal the plant could provide. The portrait is a bit dated, as Zack is now 16 and over six feet tall, but the plant is still one big agave.... but not the biggest by any means.
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This is not the agave that produces mescal but a close sister. This is the mythical agave that only appears to good photogaphers and lovers of Mexican cuisine.
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