Stick and I were given a large and comfortable room in a Hampton Inn, much nicer than we have been used to on the trail.
As I was getting cleaned up, Stick went down the hall to check out the laundry facility. To his surprise, he discovered Dory was there. She and Splat had been several miles ahead of us on the trail, but in a wild coincidence were staying tonight in the same hotel as us.
Stick brought Dory down to our room to surprise me and we had a nice reunion. Later, when I talked to John to make arrangements for going to dinner, he said we should bring along Dory and Splat.
As we drove to Olde Heritage Tavern, where we planned to eat, my stomach began to hurt. I thought the problem was due to not eating for several hours. Or maybe I was just dehydrated.
Later, though, as I ate dinner I was feeling worse, not better. Before long, I began to feel nauseous, so I excused myself and went to look for a restroom.
Not immediately finding one, I did the only thing I could think of doing. I went outside, hoping a little fresh air would help. Instead, I knew I was about to throw up.
Fortunately, I was able to get to an alley behind the restaurant, which is where I spewed most of my dinner.
I felt better by the time we returned to the hotel, but I was concerned about what might have caused this sudden sickness.
Perhaps it would be wise to figure this out before I get back on the trail.