Thursday we went into Clifton to visit the cemetery and then stopped to see our friends John and Plish at their home in Bloomfield. They were headed out to their daughter's house in VT the next day, so we were glad to get a chance to see them (even though we had just seen each other the week before in Calabash) and have some of Plish's delicious meatball sandwiches and potato salad! That night, we went to Adele's and played a cut throat game of 3 handed pinochle with Michael, who ended up winning. The happy-go-lucky vacation feeling quickly evaporated when a little after midnight, Bob rousted me from bed with the words, "Get dressed. We have to go to the hospital." He was having chest pains. He called 911, and we were advised an EMS crew was on its way. In my panic and the midnight darkness of the campground, I tripped over the raised asphalt walkway and went flat out on my knees. Thankfully I didn't break any bones.
We spent the rest of the early morning hours and all day Friday at the Denville hospital. Cousins Adele and Carol came to comfort us. Carol brought me some things from the camper, and Adele came with a huge care package ensconced in a beautiful monogramed tote bag. They left around dinner time. We later got tests results confirming Bob didn't have a heart attack; suspected problem was either angina or acid reflux. He was advised to see his family doctor when we got back to SC and by 8:30 pm he was discharged. Although I was reluctant to bother anyone at that hour, I did reach out to Adele and Michael and asked that they come and take us back to the campground.
The road leading out of Mahlon Dickerson camping sites. It was a blustery day, as were most of the ones that week. The trees had not yet changed colors.
Bob did a pretty good job of taking this "selfie" of the 4 of us!
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