If things had gone as planned I would be soaking up the rays on the beach at Puerto Penasco, Mexico this week. A small group of my friends and I were scheduled to convoy south and celebrate Thanksgiving parked with our rigs just steps from the Sea of Cortez. Concerns about coping with Covaid in a foreign country force us to postpone our trip until life becomes less weird.
Instead of leaving footprints in the wave kissed sands, I spend my days at online Banjo school. When my fingers become exhausted from trying to imitate Earl Scruggs (I am not even close!) I seek serenity, wandering in the desiccated desert which is sadly no substitute for a shimmering coastline.
Although the advancing virus is making my friends and I spread farther and farther apart, we are doing our best to cobble together some semblance of Thanksgiving. I am sure you are experiencing the same conundrum – how to be close and far away at the same time. Here’s hoping that each of you enjoys a safe and healthy Thanksgiving. Can’t wait until we can hug each other freely again!