(Writing this 1/23/22 about a trip in August 2016)
I took Jasper and Bodie up into the Jemez by myself for one (or two?) nights of camping. It rained pretty continuously on us. Shortly after we got into the tent, Jasper got sick, puked in the tent. I cleaned that up and got ready in time to catch the second round of puke in a pot I believe. Fortunately, he only puked those two times. Fortunate.. because I then got violently ill the entire rest of the night, puking a dozen times or more. Raining, chilly, puking in the dark, it was pretty brutal. Just no end to it. The next morning trying to pack up was torture, as I kept having to stop to take a vomit break. The drive back home was an hour and a half and felt like four—it was everything I could do to withhold the puking to make it home. The boys of course were oblivious to my pain. Jasper, fortunately, made a full and rapid recovery.
This trip felt like some of the worst went down, and we made it through. Not every trip works out great, that’s for sure.
All of the pictures and video below are from pre-sickness; I did not get the camera out after it all went wrong.
