I had big hopes for Colorado. My cousin was having his bachelor weekend up in Breckenridge and I was planning on staying a couple extra days to visit Rocky Mountain National Park. As it turns out, I could barely make it out of the cabin and I cut my trip short.
It seems I caught some sort of stomach bug in Trinidad & Tobago. It started to mess with my system right before I left the islands, but I thought I was in the clear after spending half a day in DC eating and drinking. But my first meal in Colorado didn’t go down so well.
By the time we got to Breckenridge, I was feeling exceptionally poor. The altitude sickness hit me immediately, but after expelling that brisket sandwich, I thought my gut was in the clear. I drank very little, but started feeling a lot worse. Soon it became apparent that NOTHING was going down easy… and that’s bad news at high altitude.
I don’t think I’ve ever been that high – Breckenridge sits more than 10,000 feet above sea level. I couldn’t eat or even drink water, and sleep was difficult to come by. I was feeling lethargic and slightly disoriented at times. I practically spent the whole weekennd in the house. Cabin fever would probably be an understatement.
I missed the whitewater rafting and the steak dinner, not to mention 90% of the socializing. I did make it to the distillery though, where a shot of bourbon proved to have surprisingly therapeutic effects, albeit temporary. That was my only real outing until we left. Since I wasn’t feeling well, I decided to rush back home and get some rest before going back to work on Wednesday. No National Park for me…
Needless to say, I’m disappointed by the number and quality of pictures taken, but I’ll definitely be back to Colorado, and next time I’ll be better prepared. I know what to expect now, and hopefully I won’t have any stomach bugs to kill moving forward.