The Flaming Marshmallow....

When our son was four we took a tent camping trip to Little Pond in New York. It was the long 4th of July weekend and tent camping fit our young marriage budget.

I am not going to describe just how horrible this experience was.....but I will say that after enjoying a lovely first evening, we had major car problems and had to be towed to a far away VW dealer leaving a four month old puppy in the tent, we bounced checks, our son threw up in the car after a long day eating candy bars and soda from the vending machines and I managed to attach a flaming marshmallow to my nose.

Suffice to say....I refused to ever tent camp again.

This time it's our fourth RV exploration of the Western states.....just Dave, Fenway and I in our comfy little camper. But little is the operative word here. I start to feel sick in Iowa, cold-y and coughing and sinuses draining. So we stopped at a clinic in Atlantic, Iowa and the nice PA was very thorough....taking my history and treating everything very aggressively......new inhalers for my wheezing, antibiotics for the sinus and a descending dose of Prednisone.

Then Dave started to cough....so we were keeping each other up at night.....see where the really small space becomes problematic?

And I wasn't getting any better and even added laryngitis to my list of complaints. So here we are, in Delta, Colorado waiting for the walk-in clinic to open. We'll challenge a new PA or doctor to wave a magic wand and get rid of this stuff.

So I guess we are in the middle of a sort of "woe-is-me" feeling....until we look out the window and see the beautiful mountains surrounding us. The beauty helps.....along with plenty of Kleenex.