Some People Are Not Meant for Mountains!

There are so very many things to write about - including surprises and the spectacularly delicious! - at the moment.  I can't breathe.  Can hardly sit up.  Totally horizontal is the only position where my heart is not pounding so loud it must be heard all the way to the Himalayas.

Denver altitude was a tough adjustment, not met within a couple of days.  Despite some articles to write, beer tastings were conducted very cautiously.  Tiny sips, savored long on the tongue, rather like wine-tasting.  Drunk on low-oxygen, alcohol was totally unnecessary.  More about Suds City to come as despite little sips, as opposed to desired "big glugs,"  ooh-la-la, there's lots to share with you!

And don't forget a bigger surprise . . . coming as fast as fingers restart proper functioning.

Yesterday, it was up into the mountains.  Darling Little Baby-Car was not particularly happy about it, but made it.  Not so sure yet about my survivability of another 24 hours way up in the mountains.  Worse, it's snowing.  Supposed to melt by tomorrow, and it better.  Ski season has not started, won't with this piddly-bit, and I wouldn't be joining anybody on the slopes anyway.  Skiing is not my thing.  Seems just plain old mountains in general aren't, either.

We each have our sense of some ideal location where we feel most at home.  Seashore, prairie, mountains, desert, forest or rainforest - even out to sea - whether we're at home or traveling, that's the sort of environment we tend to seek.  That's "the kind of place for me," whoever's talking.  We each tend to feel more comfortable, at home, in a certain kind of environment.

It's a good thing all 7.3 billion of us don't want exactly the same thing!  But mountains are definitely not for me.  Himalayas?  Probably never go there since it tops a very short list of "places I will not go."  They're better viewed from a distance, towering over northern India, while I stay where the air still has some oxygen left. 

Headed "downward" tomorrow, and I'll breathe easier then.  Meanwhile, a little rest, and try to write some more or I'll never catch up with everything there is to talk about!

May your road rise to meet you - but not to-o-o high!
Ann