Blech. Blech, blech, blech with a side of blech.
We haven't cooked since Wednesday night since we've been on the road. We've covered 1700 miles so far on our move from Alaska. We are disgusting. My guts are disgusting! They are being so bizarre. I actually think, if I didn't have IBS before, I have developed IBS from this trip.
I did manage to have the most beautiful jet-propulsed diarrhea on the side of the road next to Bear Glacier in British Columbia. I know, I know, that's the most disugsting thing you've ever heard. I just had to share! BLECH!