The boats have multiplied this a.m. – three border patrol boats and the usual four military boats.
The border patrol boats are all out on the river, but we don’t know what this means – if they know people are in the river & in distress, or if they’re merely training other BP police, or???
We’ve been told the border patrol is only being allowed to pick up those refugees in emergency traumas.
It’s MUCH cooler today, which means 79 degrees the forecasted high.
My RRB has already been peed on, had a cup of coffee or soda thrown onto the “Mujeres Creciendo La Paz” side so far this trip. But at least my windshield is in tact as are all 6 of my tires. So maybe MAGA’s violence has diminished.
I have my first lengthy discussion this morning as I’m preparing to get on the road again. As I walk to the bathroom and back again, I notice a friendly-appearing older white man watching me. When I get into my truck, he walks by the driver’s side, still smiling affably, continues down the sidewalk and then returns.
I can’t immediately tell if he’s a shallow salesperson-friendly or a genuine friendly.
I’m too tired from my early morning awakening, my fuel hose repair task, and the past few days preparing – always challenging getting ready for a prolonged road trip – to drive for very long. I try to drive until at least dusk to take the temperature of those traveling north along my beaten path.
I realize I was expecting some kind of strong reaction one way or the other
