We loaded up in the caravan, aka The Beast, and set out. We had a bit of a delay due to a nasty skin infection Caden had on his hand. With his history of MRSA, we decided to stop at a local family practice office and have it checked out. One hour and ten dollars later, we had seen the nurse practioner, the physician, had a culture of the wound, received a prescription of antibiotics, and were on our way. (It’s baffling to me why Americans are so against making the USA healthcare …