108 Mile, March 13 -16

We arrived at our first AirBnB late at night. We weren’t sure what to expect at the border, but they didn’t ask us about the case of wine we had packed. They did seem interested that Seong was a doctor and they asked when she had last seen patients – which was just three days prior. Ketchikan had not yet had a case. They waved us through. Rather frightening statistics were being released from China by this point, and not long after, from Italy.

What’s becoming apparent is that the lack of testing means that we are flying blind – it determines the denominator, hence pretty much everything else, such as prevalence and case fatality rate