Mar 01 2009
Mountain Driving
We drove to Winter Park yesterday. My husband had never been there before, and I wanted to get out of the house. I should have known that it would be better to stay on my couch with my fuzzy red blanket and sleep, like I usually do on Saturdays.
Highway 40 going to Winter Park is full of 15 m.p.h. curves that go in one of two directions (besides the curve part): up or down. That’s it. Driving along at 40 m.p.h. on curves like that for a while at 10,000 feet above sea level did me in. I know that I am prone to altitude sickness, but this was awful. I wasn’t even outside of the car. I’ve lived in this state for 7 months almost, and I still want to curl up and hide every time we get that high in the mountains.
There were a lot of backcountry skiiers out, and it was awesome to see the zig-zagging trails from skis going down the sides of the mountains. People were hitching rides back to their cars after they’d skiied all the way down the slopes. The snow was really deep, but the roads were covered in water from the melting snow. Springtime is coming, slowly but surely. Of course, it’ll just snow another foot tomorrow, but that’s how it goes.
I was very glad to find my red blanket waiting for me when we finally got home last night. I went to sleep for about two hours.
