Yesterday was the day. The day I donned my big girl panties, inhaler and “shrek shoes” and set out to enjoy nature. Altitude and asthma, be damned.
Since the change in altitude knocked me out when I got here, playing my horn and running on an elliptical machine had been about my most strenuous activities to date. Both still leave me a little lightheaded and short-of-breath, but it was time to be outdoorsy and embrace our new home…without the comfort of air conditioning.
Joe and I teamed up with the Vores to climb to the Wind Caves in the Cache National Forest, which was called a “moderate” hike that reached an elevation between 6,500-7,000 feet. Apparently the internet can’t agree on a number.
In the end, it was awesome and totally worth it, but I’ll be honest…the trek up there? It was the I’m-Winded Caves. And the whole operation almost was called off (by me, and only me) when Joe saw a snake cross our path. But once we reached the top, it was glorious and then it was an easy romp down the mountain, other than the usual pressure on feet and knees that comes with it. Here are some pics of our grand adventure. I’m ready for Round Two.