I rode twice on my three day excursion into the Colorado Rockies, and both times I suffered terrible embarrassment. I simply could not get enough air. Here I was, this avid cyclist, bragging about how I could ride 50, 60, 70 miles at a time, and I can’t crest the smallest hill without stopping at the top for a 5 minute, head over the handlebars rest.
I rode very little as a result. I was out there for a good amount of time, but didn’t cover much ground. I stayed on dirt roads (Can you say “tourist?”). I was fully humbled.
On the flip side I was out there in the wild. There were tracks of animals everywhere. Elk, moose, deer, coyote, and yes–mountain lion. The scenery was epic. The weather was unpredictable and changeable; it even snowed 4 times in one day, in between blue & sunny skies. I found on my second ride the remains of a long gone elk….just hide and chunks of spinal column. It was all an adventure.
Just one with shorter breaths.
P.S. Granby, Colorado lives at 7939 feet above sea level, and I was higher in the mountains out of town. This east coast girl never had a chance.