The Trip Part 2 by Anonymous

The night went by and morning dawned. And as normal he had woken before her. Just like the times before, he brought her breakfast and a cup of coffee. She sat there with a smile on her lips as he sat it down. She had been waiting for this as she looked over the eggs, bacon, bread and juice. She sat there for a moment before taking up a fork, getting some scrambled eggs and lifting it. She noticed him watching her with his usual self-assured smile. That shifted quickly to confusion, however, as she lifted the fork to his lips instead.

"I'm not too hungry right now. How about you eat this and I'll get something later."

"I've already ate hun. You should eat and keep up your strength. Remember how sick you got last year and the year before that?" he asked while pulling away the food.

"I do dear, but I feel fine right now. I think I'll go for a walk." As she said this, she lowered the fork to the plate. She caught the look of disappointment on his face. "You can eat that and I'll get something later," she offered again, giving him a smile before stretching and getting dressed.

She dressed silently then ducked out of the tent, leaving him with the cooling food. "Don't let it get cold, who knows what illness might be caught eating cold food in the forest."

She walked into the woods a ways and pulled out an energy bar, chewing on it while drinking some water from her canister. A smirk grew on her face. She enjoyed the fresh air for a time and then made her way back to camp. It was a little after noon now, and already she could hear the sounds of others setting up camps near by.

"Looks like we will have company again this year, " she said to him, as she walked past where he was sitting. She noted the worried look on his face while he put some items into a small pack.

"Yes it seems like it.  These places are so busy.  I just hope you keep that energy and don't get sick like you do. Have you've taken your medication I packed for you," he asked, looking up hopefully.

"Oh dear, I forgot them. I was just so excited this year. I knew it would be different. I'm sorry dear. I guess if I get sick we can go get some from the nearest town."

It was true that that particular pack never made it into the  van. It sat at home on the kitchen table. Most of it's contents were still laying spread out.

"I think I'll cook tonight for us. I have a wonderful meal planed. Don't be to long with your walk dear," she told him as he began to make way into the woods with his fishing pole in hand.