So we left Jerome and the Asylum.
And made our way out of town….
Passing what looked to be an interesting burger joint.
Before we knew it, we were climbing again.
I swear I never had any idea Arizona was this mountainous.
This one was called Mingus.
Which lead us into more snow, and the Prescott National Forest.
It was rugged country.
And clearly, they must have rugged cows.
Up and over we went.
(Pay attention to that sign.)
And down the other side to the dry grasslands of Prescott Valley.
A half an hour later?
We were back at our resort…
And I felt like death warmed over.
It was 3:30 in the afternoon and I went to bed.
Where I stayed for the next 3 days.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday? This was my view…
I didn’t eat, sleep, shower or get dressed….
I was dizzy, nauseated, weak as a kitten and had the worst migraine headache imaginable. Turning over in bed took more energy than I could manage.
The fourth day…. our 35th wedding anniversary for which I had big plans?
We spent here –
Where I was diagnosed with severe altitude sickness and dehydration.
Isn’t that romantic?
I was flat on my back…. but not the way I intended!
The doctor told me I experienced too much elevation too soon and drank too much alcohol.
I was given anti nausea meds and told to pound the Gatorade. Constantly, day and night.
I was also told no caffeine and….
Positively no booze.
Yes… my nightmare come true. I couldn’t drink!
It was unfathomable, but fact. Alcohol and caffeine are dehydrating and were off limits until I acclimated and felt better.
This was not the vacation I’d planned.
And this was not the liquid elixir I had in mind.
Well, I was initially gonna ask how come you didn’t go into “Haunted Burgers”, since it sounds like a place you’d be interested in, but now I know why.
Damn, can’t believe the elevation hit you hard like that, and the alcohol (which usually makes things better) didn’t help, eh?! Sheesh. The unexpected things that happen sometimes…It was Jon Bon Jovi that said, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans.” Or at least that’s where I heard it first.
Glad you’re better now though. Sorry you had to go through that.
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I can’t believe it did either… and it hit me hard. 3 totally miserable days, 2 slightly horrible and a good 2 more before I was back to normal. An awful waste of margarita opportunities!
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John Lennon is the usual . Perhaps Taken from a Gordon g. Liddy book. Pedant of the week
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Gatorade is good but, I understand that Pedialyte is much better.
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Wait a minute! Did you say, no coffee?
NOOOOOO!
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I thought the same thing, but the doctor said Gatorade, so Gatorade it was.
And no caffeine.. in any form.
It’s a wonder I survived.
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I drink Gatorade myself. For me, it just has too much sugar, and that’s bad.
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But apparently just what I needed.
Now if only I could have mixed it with vodka…..
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Dorothy Parker had no rhymes about that. 7,00 ft for alititude sickness seems a bit low,it usually eases not soon after you descend… Did you get the sore throat? (We both got it a little once but we were up at 8-11000 feet)
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It is a bit low…. but apparently I’m a very delicate flower.
😉
And yes, our throats were scratchy after a few days.
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Zion is the place for you… 3500 ft
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Oh you kids–when you go on a vacation from Maine in the winter you go to a place the complete opposite like FORT LAUDERDALE!! No snow! No mountains! No ghosts! No asylums! (We allow the nuts to roam the streets!) No one getting sick!
For your 36th you come to South Florida with normal Margaritas, all sun, flat land and beaches.
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We did Florida in 2017… the December heat and humidity almost killed me!
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I was there in December 2017. Didn’t see you. Although there was this one woman collapsed outside a bar about 11am… 2+2. …I think that was the year the weather was ridiculously good. Year before December was a wash out.
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Collapsed outside a bar? Sounds like me…
We were in Palm Coast and then St. Augustine. Northern Florida but damn. It was 90 degrees every day. You can have it!
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More Central Florida for me, have been to St Augustine though, good bars lots of music
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Soooo many good bars. So little time…
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Almost doesn’t count–you get used to it very quickly!
Your New Jersey summers were a lot hotter!
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I beg to differ. We lived in NC for 18 years and I never got used to that awful heat and humidity!
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Wow! I never considered that high … my home town was 7,600′, and I often hunted and camped at 10,000+ … I used to teach gun fighting classes near Prescott in the Chino Valley. Hope you are better now …
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Yes, but if you grew up at 7,600, you were born acclimated. I’m a coastal flat lander… 5,000 is like Everest to me!
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Oh that is not sexy. That is sad. I did not get the altitude sickness in my youth. I was around people who did, but I was fine. I felt lucky. Climb mountains, blah blah blah. Now, these days, I can’t even stand over a stairwell without wanting to die. Tough stuff.
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I’ve never had it before… and never want it again!
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May you never.
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River,
What an unexpected twist. Ugh! Presumably, you made up for lost time once you started feeling better? BTW, I had steak and lobster for dinner last night and thought of you. My ears start turning red and itch ever so slightly whenever I eat lobster., so I
don’t eat it very often. But when I do, totally worth it. Mona 😎
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Yes, it took me a while but I enjoyed the rest of the trip.
My reaction to eating lobster is much more violent so I have to avoid it like the plague. So unfair!
😫
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Oh, how miserable! I’ve never gotten altitude sickness, but I’ve gotten sick on vacations in the past and it seriously sucks – for everyone.
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And when I think of the money wasted lying in a resort bed for 3 days. Ugh!
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The last time it happened to me, I got the flu on a Mexican cruise – so miserable!
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Ugh. That is bad…
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I’ll see your 7,000 foot altitude sickness and raise you running from a lightning storm (one of my phobias) at 14,000 feet on top of Pikes Peak. I got a very quick lesson in why it’s better to just get fried…
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Yikes! I was sick, but at least Zeus wasn’t chasing me.
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I can well imagine your displeasure at being admonished to stay off the booze. Such a sad state of affairs . . . especially on vacation!
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Margaritas were mocking me every step of the way…
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Had to go back and re-read this because I was talking about this post over Easter brunch (see, people DO read you!). A relative may be going to visit friends in Colorado after living on the East Coast for the last 30 years of her life and was concerned about the high altitude since she has asthma and other medical problems. AND, she does love her wine. Guess there will be none of that for her until she acclimates.
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Gatorade. Drink gallons when you first get there. No booze and light activity. Colorado is on my bucket list as well…
😊
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