I write comfortably ensconced in La Encanta Hotel in Las Cruces, New Mexico. After long and tortured deliberation, we decided to make a run for it and drive from Laramie, Wyoming to Mazatlan via Durango, Mexico. The temperature in Laramie is 10 degrees with a 59 mph wind. Here in Las Cruces it’s a chilly 55.
While it was incredibly windy, the biggest difference I noted was the tension surrounding masks and mask wearing. Roadside caution sign flashed notices of masking requirements and casino parking lots were empty. We stopped only for food and fuel, drive thrus and avoiding any contact with fellow humans.
We plan on crossing into Mexico tomorrow morning, early. Santa Theresa is open. Chihuahua is 6 hours away: Durango is 10. We’ll see how far we get.
My son has decided to fly down. It seems that airplanes are safer than we thought and my daughter-in-law is busy purchasing protective eyewear for the flight. They will get tested before they board.
I have no idea where this is all going. All I know is that my local hospital is overcapacity with COVID patients. I’m sure Mazatlan’s is as well. I can only depend upon the vigilance of my neighbors at EDM . Let’s all stay safe. Let’s all stay vigilant. I will miss Stone Island. I will miss palapa parties. I will treasure the warmth. The beach. The safety.
Stay safe everyone. See you soon. We’ll wave to each other across the parking lot.