Chilling

Chilling is not a word I'd ordinarily use, except maybe ironically, to describe what I've been doing, since it seems to belong to another demographic entirely. I'm making an exception here because it is also literally true. It has been cool and damp here in SW Colorado, where we have been holed up for a few weeks.

I realize (after several concerned inquiries) that the extended silence following a post about having trouble breathing was poor form, and I apologize for leaving people hanging. I am pleased to report that a steady diet of thin air and good food has been helpful, and my stamina has increased markedly since we have been here. Polly and Barrett have been great hosts and wonderful company as always, and Sancho the dog became slightly unhinged by my willingness to play fetch with him for hours on end. Two days ago Barrett and I climbed West Baldy, which at 9780 feet is by no means monumental by local standards, but has always been a good workout for me.

Here are a few pictures. The first one is relevant to chilling, as the snow-covered ridge in the picture was about 1000 feet below us when I took the picture. It must have resulted from a tiny temperature inversion, although it was plenty cold above, too.

Snow at -1000 ft.

Barrett checking on the neighbors.

West baldy.

Heading back home Friday, with a quick turnaround to Mayo for Round two.