Dust storm runny nose

I'm soooooo sad. Neither of the brothers get up this morning to go to the crossing - and neither have told me about the change in plans. I cannot get ahold of the other staff either so I'm waiting with another batch of quesadillas and several bags of warm clothes to distribute.

My nose has been running fiercely since the horrific winds of this week and the fine dust swirling all around us and coating everything with a latte-colored film.

Including my lungs, I'm guessing.

I finally hear the truck starting up so I run out of my camper but Jorge is sick, on his way to the doctor...tearz. I let him know I will make chicken soup for when he returns.

But he doesn't return and I need to leave. I'm heading to the Organ Pipe Cactus National Park to camp for three days beginning tomorrow morning. I want to get close enough so that I can drive into the visitor center in the morning and rent a space.