The entire gin + gelato team (that would be my family and me) are headed south. To Alamos, Sonora, Mexico, a colonial mining town in the mountains about 8 hours south of the border. And we're driving. We will search for gelato on the way (this looks like a good bet in Tucson). We'll forsake gin for tequila and cerveza. Perhaps there will be a gin + gelato post or two from the road.
It promises, already, to be a harrowing adventure. Simply getting from here to Durango (where our children await), requires traveling the treacherous San Juan Mountain roads through a huge storm. Then, on Christmas day, we'll cross the border near Nogales, a place that has become a hotbed of narcotraficante violence of late.
Everyone says it's fine, as long as you drive during the day. And besides, it can't be any more dangerous than flying, when airplanes at Denver's airport are skidding off the runway at 400 miles per hour. Yikes.
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