A few minutes later and our plans took another turn - both Miriam and Christina got sick. Christina made it over the gunnels, Miriam didn't and left quite a mess in the boat. Abigail had been sick the day before but we didn't think much of it at the time, she has a fairly tender stomach. But suddenly we realized there were five of us in a tiny boat, and at least two had a full on flu. Christina's dad was a phone call away and came to rescue us, taking the girls and a few smelly trash bags of debris off to his place. Thank you Larry! David stayed with me to help get the boat back to the trailer on Sunday.
We finally bedded down after midnight, but David woke up at 5am and headed out of the cabin for the side of the boat. He was out for the count and I knew I was probably doomed as well. Poor guy was pretty miserable for the rest of the trip - but he was a good sport and even smiled for this picture:
By the time we trailered the boat on Sunday afternoon I was starting to feel pretty bad myself, and after parking the boat in the driveway I headed straight up to bed with my own fever.
What an adventure! Not quite what we had planned, but we survived it, and in a few years it will give us all something to laugh about.
The boat looks great! I hope you all are recovering quickly.
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