I have been neglecting my photography and log writing for weeks now. You know I’m sick when I don’t take many pictures. I did take my camera with me on a run into town for groceries. Andy took me to Carver’s Apple House for lunch to cheer me up. I love eating lunch overlooking the orchard.
Last Thursday, we drove to Gatlinburg and ate Mellow Mushroom pizza with Ranger Heath, his wife Dana, and their youngest son Garret. Garret made a cherry pie for dessert with cherries from the tree in their yard. Heath’s mother helped him with her pie crust recipe. It was fabulous. The rest of the family is just as delightful as Heath and we enjoyed our visit with them.
On Monday, we left Big Creek and headed east on I-40. I took Imodium before we got on the road so I wouldn’t have to pull over on the shoulder of the interstate for an emergency bathroom break. We stopped for the night behind a Cracker Barrel restaurant along the interstate near Raleigh, North Carolina. It was a quiet a peaceful night.
We left the Cracker Barrel Tuesday morning and headed to Wilson, North Carolina for my annual pilgrimage to Bill Ellis Barbecue. I ate way too much. Then we continued on to Suffolk, Virginia to the Davis Lakes RV park where we stay when we visit son Mike. We didn’t plan the visit very well. We usually try to stop there on a weekend so we can spend more time with Mike, but this time we only got to see him in the evenings.
Here is Sao in our campsite.
We sat outside on our little wooden deck and enjoyed the beautiful weather. We noted that we have not seen a robin in a year. This one was not too shy and sat still enough for me to take a few portraits.
This squirrel is also accustomed to campers and watched us watching it.
Andy got me out for two walks around the lake. I could really feel that I have done nothing but lie around for several weeks now. I was tired after one lap. This is the swimming area on the lake closest to us.
We had been planning to stop in for a visit with Fred and Cas, as is our custom every year.
I finished my prescription for the C-diff a couple days ago and thought I was over it. The last two days, without Imodium, have reminded me that I’m not over it but, am getting worse again. Dr. O’Connor, in Marathon, suggested another round of Metronidazole. If I am not cured after that, he said I should go see a gastroenterologist.
Tonight, we are parked in my Sister Barbara’s driveway in Prince Frederick, Maryland. We’ll hunker down here until I am cured. Some Google searching revealed that I can consider myself non-contagious when I have not had diarrhea for 48 hours. I’ll use the time to work on Big Creek. I do not want to visit the grand kids or Andy’s brother Paul until I’m sure I won’t pass this nasty bug on.