Friday, February 24, 2012

Handing out Dollar Bills

We've just spent a week skiing in Colorado, hence the relative silence, blog-wise. When I say "skiing" I mean lying around and generally wasting money if I'm honest. It's 9,600 feet at the base here (that's 2926 metres) and that's obviously before you even venture up on a chair lift. Most of the time I feel a little green around the gills, although I've never succumbed to full blown Altitude Sickness as two of my kids have. Actually, instead of me telling you what that entails, you can read about it here, along with several other catastrophes that all happened on the same ski trip.

Anyway, we came here last Saturday, I skiied on Sunday. Monday was spent trying to get the Queenager back to college in DC after her 6pm flight was conveniently cancelled at noon. (We eventually got her a flight to Baltimore and then a 1.30am car for the hour's drive back to DC, but it took a long time to organise.) Tuesday I woke up with a really bad head cold, so no activity for me. Wednesday was spent waiting in for the plumber, who took all of 15 minutes to mend the dodgy toilet. Thursday I went out with the Ball & Chain, skiied one long run and started feeling decidedly unwell. Took another chair lift up, and when I got off I couldnt decide whether I was going to hurl or faint.

Not wanting to cause a fuss, or be taken down on a giant sled/sledge (which the Little Guy assures me is enough to make anyone hurl since you're going downhill at great speed, flat on your back, and backwards. Ugh), I skiied back to the house. That was the longest ski of my life, stopping every hundred yards or so to catch my breath and surpress the vom-urge. Bloody altitude!

Yesterday I would have gone out but everyone else was too tired and wanted a day off. I'm not skiing on my own. This morning (our last day) we got all dressed up - and for those who don't ski, this is no mean feat - and out the door. The Little Guy had been saying he didn't feel well, and the B&C kept muttering about "fresh air" etc. We got almost to the chair lift and the LG stopped, put his head down and started crying. Obviously not feeling at all well, and certainly not up for skiing.

So we're back in the house, with him lying on the sofa. I'm not sure if I'll get out this afternoon as it'll depend on him feeling better. I can't leave him here obviously, and if the B&C offers to stay and look after him, that would mean me skiing on my own. Not gonna happen. Of course the Man-Child will be out on his snow-board but there's no way I could a) keep up with him, or b) jump over the cliffs that he does. Some of them you have to tip-toe right up to the edge to see over. Shiver.

So, I have paid for a season pass, which is usually a huge bargain given that we're up here for three weeks between Xmas and Feb. This year, - not so much. I have skiied four half days so far.

I should've just stood on the corner and handed out dollar bills really.


  1. That's too bad that your holiday was spoiled like that. Those of us who live year round at higher altitudes don't get sick when we come down. Not fair. Hope it wasn't something else.

  2. It might be, we'll see. Just want to get back to sea level at this point. This is very high - every little movement takes twice as much energy and I wake up every morning with a cracking headache.

  3. I've only suffered from altitude sickness once, in Bolivia, and I would gladly never do so again, so I know where you are coming from. I'm sorry to hear this year has been so shite in terms of ski-ing; it hasn't been a vintage year in the East at all (although we skied on surprisngly good fake snow a couple of weeks ago in the Catksills). I guess the season pass will balance out over time if you get it every year though! (PS hope your mother in law is much better now, thinking about that first holiday).

  4. Oh poor u, sounds very challenging! I used to work on a magazine called Colorado Meetings & Events (never actually made it to Colorado though!) and I'd look at the beautiful photos, imagining myself ski-ing with wild abandon through beautiful scenery (despite being a hopeless ski-ier!) and had no idea altitude sickness could spoil everything! Hope you get back to sea level and both feel better soon! X

  5. Hello,
    The first time I went to see my sister (she lives in the French Alps), I found it hard to catch my breath and I felt very 'heavy'. Sorry you've had such a rotton time. x

  6. Oh dear..... some of your holidays do end up with a calamity or other.
    I also have had bad things happen on holidays but we've never done skiing.
    Hope everyone is feel hale & hearty before too long.
    Maggie X

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