Getting sick sucks. Getting sick on vacation in Estes Park, Colorado, gateway to Rocky Mountain National Park? That’s a bit harder to sound-byte.
On the one hand, I couldn’t do my usual racing-around-seeing-things stuff. Hiking? Noooo. Biking? Also a no, thanks. Shopping–nope. And it’s hard to get excited about discovering restaurants when you’ve lost your appetite.
But on the other: I’m on VACATION. I get to lie around and not feel pressured about all the work I’m not getting done! What could be more fitting?
Even better, attitude-wise: getting sick when you’re vacationing with a friend with a scary heart condition.
The one hike I did manage, at 9,000-ft. altitude, had me gasping for breath and walking in slo-mo. Which is exactly what our friend does ANY day he hikes at altitude.
So, Gretchen’s pity-party was swiftly cancelled. I spent the rest of the weekend soaking up scenery from the car or the window of our rented cabin, and soaking up friendship.
Oh, and that friendship that was in danger of being tested by sports fanaticism? The sports gods were kind to me: our friends’ UCLA Bruins lost on Friday while our beloved North Carolina Tarheels won, so we all cheered together on Sunday as the Heels advanced to the Final Four. Just so you know. 🙂
It’s a lesson I can’t seem to learn too often: compassion and gratitude beat back self-pity every time.
Sweet photos!! what a treat to see all those amazing sites. Rest, Rest, Rest, a much as ya can and a lil’ fresh air now and then seems like good medicine 🙂 Wish I was there 🙂
Hear the RMNP could use a little BLM advice….maybe a field trip for ya someday?