Camp Moriah

…will almost definitely be going around at Camp!

I remember when I was about 9-10 years old (which would be probably in 1986, maybe a year or two earlier), getting sick when I was at Camp — along with about half of everybody else. I was in the little girls’ cabin, and I was going to be staying all week, but I had to go home because I was throwing up. I was one of the fortunate ones — our house was only about 40 minutes away. I’m sure there were people who had to drive all the way back to Georgia with a supply of plastic bags, or making some very quick stops along the way. I remember throwing up on my pillow, but I can’t remember if that was actually at Camp or on the way home. It was bad. Being sick is never fun, but being sick in the rustic environs of Camp Moriah is even more un-fun than usual. And I’m sure that driving a vehicle full of sick kids home is even less fun than that!