While this block was being mined, locals and the few travelers who managed to escape the confines of their COVID restricted states, gathered in a remote town in the south of Baja for months of sleepless nights, windy days, and endless adventure.
This was a place that mail did not deliver, credit cards had never been introduced, the closest ATM was an hour away, and plane flights were bought in cash at the local gas station.
I wonder how long it will be before that world meets this one.
Maybe it never will.
