I woke up at 4 am and threw up. Then back to sleep for a few hours. We had breakfast and I barely ate my pancakes. We rode(an agonizing mile) to the general store. I wandered around in a daze and then threw up again. It was Sunday, the store owner said he could take care of me if it was a big deal. I thanked him and said I would just stay in the hotel another night(spensive).
We said out goodbye's, and good lucks, and parted ways. I pretty much knew that was it. I went back and tried to rest and ice my knee but could really do that. I tried to eat crackers and Gatorade, but I couldn't keep that down. I couldn't even keep down water. So I tossed and turned and watched Ice Road Truckers. Truly mind numbing.
I woke up on Monday and rode up to the store and a guy gave me a ride to Alburquerque. Nice guy.
I wasn't sad or made or upset. I was quite impressed with myself that I made it that far. Maybe in 2010?.....