Sometimes when you are full-time RVing and have a destination in mind, parking lot stops overnight are inevitable. This one isn’t so bad, just unexpected. The kitty got sick from extreme anxiety driving in the motorhome. I felt really bad so I headed back towards Los Angeles where my spot is and made it as far as a church parking lot. I hate flying, and I think this is 26’s version of flying. And I just can’t bear to put him through it if he hates it so much. Trust me- as a terrible flyer, I can totally empathize with him. So I have a decision to make: not take him or leave the motorhome at my place in Los Angeles and drive my car (without him) and tent my way across the country. I’ll miss the fun and excitement of being in the RV, and will miss my cat too of course, but tent camping is also a lot of fun for me. We’ll see how it turns out. The next few days will tell.