I felt like I was making the wrong decision in going, not that I was concerned about getting sick but because I felt like I should have been preparing for the unknown.
I confess I even did the shopping before I left town. That was 10 days before the mass panic shopping began.
On the other hand I also felt like a mountain top in West Virginia was about the safest place I could be. In the end we will never really know if we went too far or not far enough.
That was my thought too when I headed out. That I was going to a ‘safer’ place. Like evacuating before a hurricane was forecast to make landfall.
(that’s why I did the shopping before leaving. I was half expecting to return to a ravaged home. Hence the heavy heart feeling)
Except, by the time I arrived, I heard they confirmed their first case! Knowing, due to the lack of testing, there’s likely more unconfirmed cases around me, made for a rather stressful week of skiing. Watching and wondering if the person sitting next to me were infectious.
The cruel irony was, *I* could have been that infectious person! I didn’t know then. Only 2 weeks later I realized I was one of those traveling from city “hot zone” to the mountain — when ”confirmed cases” exploded around my home area. Given the incubation period, I could very well had been infected before I left for the mountains.
Had I knew *I* could have been that infectious person, I would not have gone to the mountains. It’s one thing to “escape” it BEFORE it’s here. It’s something else to “take it with me” to a vacation spot.