The cues have gotten easier to read. It always begins with a cough. A cough followed by gagging and then finally the pivotal moment, the spewing of the contents of an overly snack laden, upset stomach. We came prepared this time though with cue in mind, spare clothes at hand, barf bags within arms reach, and a dog to clean up the mess. When you are prepared there's nothing to fear. Right?
We were still plenty fearful, but when the coughing started Ryan didn't hesitate. We were immediately at the side of the road with Chloe stripped from her seat and thrown over Ryan's arm. A moment later, settled back into our drive, Ryan and I smiled at each other. We had outsmarted the nuisance of so many of our past travels. It would be left behind, not traveling with us to our next stop until the next borrowed washing machine would rid us of its smell. We left it just outside Wickenberg, Arizona and we were all elated. Well everyone but the dog.
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