How much could go wrong on a weekend fishing/camping trip?? Oh boy.
Friday morning Nick and Kaylee met Dewy and I at our house and followed us to Plain City where we met up with Dewy's friend Cole, his wife Shauna, and their 16 month old Cooper. Nan, Bart, BranDee, Gentrie, and BranDee's roommate Amanda were already on their way. We were headed to Lake Cleveland, up in Idaho for a camping and fishing extravaganza. Let me add in that it was 7 in the morning. Boo.
When we got up there, we first had to hunt for Nan and the gang who were holding down a campsite. Problem was no one had service to call and find each other. Super. We found them, no stress. We hit the lake and fished all afternoon and into the evening until it was dinner. Dewy ditched me and fished out in his float tube in the middle of the lake while I casted from shore. I caught one and he wasn't even there to appreciate it. That night we sat around the campfire where Nick's handy dandy pocket fire rocket lit us a fire and we roasted mallows and Starbursts. No harm that day. Phew.
Saturday we woke up, at breakfast, and hit the lake again. This time I was priviledged enough to join my husband in a float tube on the lake. I outfished him. Sucker. He made me gut my own fish. Sick. Around lunch time we went back to camp and met up with Grandpa Larry and cousin HD who live about 30 minutes away from where we were camping and decided to pay us a visit. Around this time Dewy began complaining about a headache. Dewy?? Sick?? On a vacation?? Shocker. We drugged him up and we decided to go to our tent and take a nap as it had started raining like cats and dogs. Larry hollered a goodbye and he went home as we sank into a slumber.
A few hours later Dewy woke up more ill then when he had fallen asleep. Everyone else had gone back to the lake, and we were left to man the campsite. Dewy threw up about seven times before they returned. Awesome. Dewy took more drugs and went back to bed. As nightfall approached we took our usual places around the firepit--minus Dewy who was asleep in the tent and adding HD who hadn't left us yet. Suddenly HD's phone rang with the worst news anyone could have dreamt of. Larry had had a heart attack. No one was anywhere near him but us. Time to go.
Nan and Bart jumped in HD's car and the three of them headed for Larry's leaving the rest of us to pack up camp. Keep in mind, no one had service all weekend. That phone call was a modern day miracle in itself. I woke up Dewy and the we all packed up a muddy camp, in the dark. We only had about 2 lanterns. Dewy was still puking. Cute. We made it down to Larry's where Nan called and informed us Larry was staying over night at the hospital. It didn't look good.
We came home and since then have had a whirlwind of hospitals, phone calls, and family. Larry was lifeflighted to McKay Dee Hospital on Tuesday and received open heart surgery where they preformed a double bypass using two veins from his shin and replaced he Aorta valve with a cow valve on Wednesday night where the family waited into the early hours of Thursday morning to hear the outcome of the surgery. His chances weren't good, but Larry was in good spirits harrassing the female nurses and asking the Doctor to just go in, drill a hole, and let it drain. Classy. He made i through and spent the next few days in the ICU. Sunday was a miracle day where he did what seemed to be an about face. He was up and talking and responsive, though still under the influence of meds that made him quite inappropriate yet undeniably hilarious, and yesterday was moved into a normal patient room. What a wild weekend.
