Here are the campers on their way to Cooks Mountain
Until ... just as I got in bed at 10:30, I got a call from Tupp. McIver was throwing up. I asked Tupp to be sure he wasn't putting on a show to get attention, so he promised to call me back in a little while. When he called back about 20 minutes later, Tupp assured me this was the real deal. Cooks Mountain is a good half-hour away and I have never been there. So, Hugh's mom ended up loading McIver into her car and bringing him home at midnight. He went right to sleep and I woke him up at 10am. He's been taking it easy and seems to be on the mend.
(For the record, I saw McIver's t-ball coach at a school get-together the other night. He made a point of telling me how well-behaved McIver was at the camp-out. And, I can assure you, he knows what mischief McIver is capable of having been his coach!)