After four and a half weeks of flawless, trouble-free travel, we finally hit a real speed bump in Lewiston, ID, two nights ago when Will woke up in the middle of the night with stomach pains. I’ll spare you the details of somewhat awe-inspiring puking fit. By 4:00 am, he and I were on our way to the local emergency room just to be safe.
Anyway the brave little guy is mostly back to normal now. But our schedule is shot all to hell, so we’ve made arrangements now for Belinda and the boys to fly home from Salt Lake instead of Denver on Sunday. We can now poke around for the next couple of days instead of pound out mind-numbing interstate miles.
Right now, we’re in Riggins, Idaho, the “whitewater epicenter” of the country. My kind of town. Today we’ll drive through the Sawtooth’s and head for Craters of the Moon National Monument. Unless someone else catches whatever Will had.