I was feeling kinda beat up on the way up. Not sure if it was the elevation compounded with the chemo, but when I got to the camp I was feeling like someone hit me with a pipe in the face, then in the legs, then in the face, then four times in my special place.
I found G and the kids without a hitch. It was so nice to see my son. He's looking like little big man.
It's beautiful up here. Felt much better the second day. I'm chalking it up to elevation. I'm betting that when I do my blood work I'll have some rich red blood cell counts. Blood dope!