It turns out that...
...you can live at 6,400 ft. year-round and still get altitude sickness when you go skiing at 10,700 ft.
Badly enough that after one run down the bunny slope (it's your first time on skis), you spend the rest of the afternoon at the ski hill and then the whole 2.5-hour ride home in a neighbor's car vomiting, requiring six stops on the way home, the first time to clean out the car and re-seat all the kids, and the next five times to pull over to the side of the road every time you're getting sick. Meanwhile your little sister decides she hates skiing because the boots hurt her feet and it's scary to slide downhill like that when you're tiny, your dad forgets to put sunblock on his face, and he's totally exhausted and dispirited after the much-anticipated neighborhood Dads & Kids day at the ski slopes.
Cross that one off the Colorado Bucket List.


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