Hello Daddy!

Stuart usually goes to work in my dreams, around 5:45 in the morning. Most days I wake briefly when he leaves, and remember it all in a blur. This morning was no different until the phone rang at 6:45 am.

“Hi, its me. I’m by the back door…can you let me in?”

(We have no key to our back door, for some reason, and he has to leave me the key for the front)

As winter closes in, the weather is becoming more humid and wet, and there is an incredible amount of fog.  Apparently there was a huge accident on the Pan American highway early this morning, and the road was blocked in both directions.  Stuart and the other men in our housing camp ride a private bus into work every day ( it is a 45 minute journey) and they made it less than half way before the driver was called and told to turn back due to the accident and resulting 15 kilometer traffic jam. The highway where the accident occured is high in the mountains where the fog is a problem even in the summer, and it is only one lane in each direction.

Here is the road as it looks in summer with minimal fog (and dry!):

Another bus of Stu’s coworkers was caught up in the traffic jam, and the men actually had to get out of their bus and walk back to another bus that could transport them back to our camp.

At 10:30 am, the call came that the road was clear and guys could board the buses and get back to work. Turns out it was a false alarm because Stu came home 10 minutes later. Yes, the road was clear to allow some traffic to flow…err…while they got a crane in place to help clear up the mess, at which time the road was closed back down.

They never did make it to work today.