So we’re back in the Rockies for a week, enjoying the crisp air and long vistas of snowy mountainsides under rich blue skies. It’s marvelous.
The one downside is that I’m reminded once again how I’ve acclimated. While not feeling the effects of the high altitude yet — at Charleston we tend to spend our days at around 7 or 8 feet above sea level, whereas here we’re staying between 7 and 8 thousand — I am feeling quite a bit colder than I think I ought to feel given the temperature. So I’ve apparently turned into a warm-clime pansy.