The Vacation That Wasn't

By Phoebe Maurer

Imagine packing clothing and supplies for three children for a one week vacation at a hotel in the Catskill Mountains. We herded our pack into the car and off we went, singing, chatting, and quibbling in the back seat.

Our spirits were high as we drove through the scenic beauty of New York State. When we arrived at the lovely resort we were shown to a cottage that was simple and adequate. The first day was fun and games.

The second day began with our middle child Gale waking with a fever and a sore throat. By the end of the third day, the two boys joined their sister with high grade temps, sore tummies and throats. The good doctor whom we had called came with medication and soothing words for the poor beleaguered parents. We had a conference that night. That is, Mom and Dad did, and decided that eating in a crowded cabin was no fun and staying inside was a bleak idea.

So we packed the next morning, loaded the car, and headed home for the end of our un-vacation.