I've long considered Las Cruces to be (culturally) the NM equivalent of
Tucson. College town in the desert, with decent sort-of Mexican food.
On 2020-01-15 15:04, Henry Vanderbilt wrote:
That's on the NM spaceport, right? I see they finished the paved road up
from the south finally. Still a long way from anywhere, yeah. Brings it a
bit closer to Las Cruces, which is an OK little town. Looks like about 45
minutes, with a good radar detector and no fear of death.
A swamp next to the Equator? Not Kourou? Speaking of air you chew rather
than breathe... One summer in DC was enough for my lifetime - I can't even
imagine being stuck in Guiana. Hot and wet, cold and wet, doesn't matter - I
hate wet.
On 1/15/2020 11:51 AM, Anthony Cesaroni wrote:
We acquired the SpaceX Hopper facility in NM. It rivals contemporary
descriptions of Mars but it's beautiful high desert. Logistics are a
nightmare but manageable. I don't miss the snow one bit but my day job
requires me to travel up north on occasion. Meanwhile I spend most of my time
in a swamp next to the equator.
Anthony J. Cesaroni
President/CEO
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On 1/14/2020 9:11 PM, Anthony Cesaroni wrote:
As a general rule, Canadians don't fare well in temperatures above 21C but
manage well in Martian summer like conditions. Something to consider when
planning initial settlements there.:-)
I'm a lizard and jumped ship. I love the heat.
Anthony J. Cesaroni
A fellow convert! I grew up in Michigan then Boston with real winters. Had
no concept of the alternative till I found myself in Tucson in '86 working
for L5 Society. Walking around in a t-shirt in January! And discovering I
was part-reptile and could handle the dry-heat summers just fine. A very
small price to pay for _never_ having slush spilling into my shoes again. I
was home.
Henry
