On the road in Mexico
The three woke up early as the wind whipped the dust and sand around them. A strange feeling hung in the air as the easterly sky looked dark and ominous.
"Amigos, we need to leave now!" Miguel pointed to the sky. "Very big storm!"
What appeared to be just gray clouds to Pete and Jeremy were a signal of extreme weather approaching to Miguel. Behind the gray clouds were super cumulus clouds racing towards them from the gulf of Mexico.
If they had been listening to the radio hurricane Grace appeared to be on a collision course projected to hit Corpus Christi, Texas in the next twelve hours. Several storms were out front on the perimeter of Grace already hitting parts of Mexico and Texas.
Miguel felt something in the air and the look on his face made Pete take notice, questioning the driver. "Miguel?"
"A sudden change of air pressure." Miguel looked to the two men. "Someone is getting very bad weather right now. We must go." He quickly walked to the truck, Pete and Jeremy followed quickly behind.
The three made their way north on highway eighty-five to Nuevo Laredo and the border. Pete checked the time and the distance remaining then elbowed the driver. "Looks like we will be at the border before noon, Miguel."
Miguel turned to Pete and wondered aloud. "Si, but who will be there?"
Jeremy looked out his window to the biggest storm clouds he had ever witnessed. "Miguel. Ever see clouds like this before?"
The driver made the sign of the cross. "Madre María, ten piedad de nosotros!" Mother Mary, have mercy on us!
Pete looked to the sky. "Yeah, what he said! Boss?"
Jeremy kept watching the sky out his window. "Yeah yeah, I agree. This will not be pretty."
Miguel drove faster.
"Hey Miguel, can your truck handle the speed?" Pete questioned how reliable the vehicle was.
"Pete, this is a great truck!" Jeremy vouched for it.
"Si no worries!" Miguel silently mouthed a pray as he drove.
Miguel and Jeremy rolled their windows up as the rain began to fall.
No one felt like talking as the weather gradually worsened the closer they drove to he border. The windshield began to fog as the moisture began to condense in the cab of the truck.
As they approached Nuevo Laredo Jeremy spoke for the first time in hours. "I have a plan." He lowered his window for a little fresh air. "After checking out the net for ways to get across the Rio, I've decided to use a canoe or a kayak. Whatever is there."
Pete shook his head. "Bad idea, Boss. You don't swim so good."
"Exactly why I won't be swimming." Jeremy shot back at his friend.
"A lot of rain, Amigo." Miguel looked over at Jeremy. "The Rio will be very rough!"
"Yeah, you're right, but I am gonna try." Jeremy shrugged. "It's the only way I know to get this medicine over the border."
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