Honeymoon fail #2

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On my first honeymoon in 1983 we went camping in Algonquin Park, a big provincial park in mid-Ontario. Lots of lakes, wildlife, bears, etc. We planned to canoe through the start of an extensive lake and portage system and just enjoy the scenery. The first night we were there, two enormous raccoons woke us at 3 am snuffling around the tent. Didn't do much for my bear phobia! They made away with a small amount of leftover chili that we'd carefully stowed high between two trees - the laugh was on them, as the chili, made with a handful of dried chilies instead of chili powder (my bad, I didn't cook back then), was hot enough to kill a bear. Next morning, the rain set in. It rained, and rained, and ... my husband came down with pneumonia. We had to cut our trip short and head for the nearest ER and antibiotics etc. He spent the rest of the week recuperating.

Fast forward, honeymoon #2 ... we go to a beautiful, historic resort. We've arranged for falconry, trap shooting, fly fishing, etc. We have a lovely meal the first night. My husband felt a little unwell in the early evening, wondered about food poisoning ... at 2 am I woke up with agonizing abdominal pain. And then I came down with the worst case of food poisoning. Ever. No details necessary.

I got through the falconry very shakily next day (no way was I going to miss it, I knew I'd never get another chance). But by evening my meds wore off and, yikes! Another bad night.

The night was interrupted by a phone call from son #3. He was in the ER in Pittsburgh with a probable broken ankle. In the end it was a broken talus, a much more serious injury. He had no one to help him over the weekend and during this coming week while he gets his surgery scheduled.

So we canceled the rest of the activities and drove all day to pick him up, stopping every hour or so for me to barf (I never normally get carsick but this gastro was something else).

Home again, back to work tomorrow .... honeymoon fail #2.