Cold

I am snuggled deep in my sleeping bag avoiding getting up. It must be about 50 degrees; could even be in the 40s. We have hit 106 at  Zion in the day and worried about heatstroke,  drinking gallons of water,  but the nights are deliciously cold. Today we decided to sleep late. We have all been battling a cold. Ellie started sneezing on the second day, then Phil and Jeremiah,  and by day 4, I joined the competition for the remaining tissues. Last night, too, we decided to take it easy and got back to our cabin by 6. Phil cooked steak, beans and salad while I vacuumed the car with our nifty car vacuum. The kids swam in the pool briefly before the bugs freaked them out. We ended the day with a ferocious game of national park monopoly. Ellie won by bankrupting Jeremiah. She owned the entire most expensive side of the board. The 7500 stars came out and so did our sweatshirts and we went to bed.