The Wandering Widow- Day 14

I love the mountains, but they make me sick.

I can't kick this altitude sickness. 9000-feet is okay...but 12000- feet makes my head pound and my stomach queasy.

Ralph was fine at 10K when we were in Rocky Mountain National Park in 2017, but when we hit 12,000 even he got a little freaky and we turned back.

I'm not sure what to do other than drink a gallon of water a day and refrain from wine- which seems a little like prison.

I'll soldier on, but sea-level is where I belong.

I'm heading home in a week- in the meantime, I'm saving a lot of money on alcohol.