Sigh. I called his pediatrician (don't laugh, but I keep using them partly because I've memorized their phone number) but they said it was their policy not to call in a prescription without a positive lab test until not one, but two people in the family had already tested positive. Dang bureaucracy. I tried to remember what the refund policy was on my hot shower campsite (that I had yet to make use of), and prepared for packing up.
However, when I emerged from the Yak, Boston was tearing around the campsite with Cooper, laughing and acting totally normal. He said that nothing hurt and that he felt fine, although apparently he had been crying about having a headache and a sore throat in the night. I tried taking his temperature with the thermometer I had packed (this gives away the fact that we were not totally surprised by the turn of events) but it was still too cold for its little computer to think. Deciding that it was impossible to have strep throat without a sore throat, we gleefully left the tent up, poured the Motrin down Boston's throat in case he really did have a fever, and hauled the kids to nearby Arches Natl. Park, one of our favorite destinations.
The weather was GORGEOUS, probably to make up for the day before. We tried a hike that we hadn't gone on before, the Park Avenue trail, about a mile long one way. It was way fun, pretty easy, and even had several echo places where Cooper and I yelled "Rise and shout! The Cougars are Out!" (Oops, guess we should have done, "Where's the Beef?") Best of all, the trail was at the bottom of the landscape on nice, flat, slickrock, not skirting the edges of cliffs like the Delicate Arch trail that about scared me to death with all these crazy children a couple of years ago.
|We had a lovely picnic near Courthouse Rock.|
|Leslie shows her tough stuff.|
I slept great.
PS. Apparently you can have strep throat without a sore throat. My fridge is full of pink stuff, but at least we snuck in an awesome spring break vacation.