You can do some basic research on the Tarahumara at Wikipedia.

I want to share my favorite story from the book "Tarahumara: Where Night is the Day of the Moon", by Bernard L. Fontana.  This comes at the end of chapter five.

    On one of our trips into the Sierra Tarahumara we visited the home of an elderly man and discovered he had an enormous tesguino cooking pot in his house. Although it was cracked and a piece was gone from the rim, we decided to buy this thirty- to forty- gallon container. Its owner was more than happy to sell it to us, and he even repaired the crack in the side while we watched, using melted pine pitch daubed on the end of stick. The problem, however, was how to get this huge earthenware vessel, which weighted at least fifty pounds, from his house at the bottom of a canyon to a mountain top where we had a truck parked. The distance was fully six miles by the shortest possible route over the face of a cliff; seven or eight miles by a longer route that avoided the cliff. And it was all uphill.
    We asked the man, grey-haired and bent over from years of hard work, if he knew anyone who might be willing to carry the pot up to the truck for a hundred pesos (a little more than four dollars). He said, much to our surprise, that he would be glad to, but he would need a blanket or tarpaulin to carry it. We agreed that the next day he should come by our camp to get a blanket. We paid him and left.
    When he had not arrived by noon the following day, we returned to his house to see what had happened. When we walked inside, he was there but the pot was gone! "Where's the pot?" we wanted to know.
    "Oh," he answered, "I took that up there last night."
    He had made a twelve- to sixteen-mile round trip in the pitch dark over a narrow footpath carrying this heavy and cumbersome tesguino jar, just how we will never know. Moreover, he was as casual about it as if he had merely walked across a street to the grocery store to get a loaf of bread.
    "How could that old man have done it?" I asked.
    "Maybe," came the answer, "no one has ever told him he is old."
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Fontana, B. L., & Schaefer, J. P. (1979). Tarahumara: Where night is the day of the moon. Flagstaff: Northland Press.