davidandmarta.blogspot.com: rocky mountain heat, day 4

these mountain mornings were pure gold...clear blue skies, chilly air, early wake ups. here was my 7 am view on the 4th day: you can't see me, but i'm in cozy clothes on our balcony, drinking coffee and watching for david, and david is strolling home from a morning run and looking adorable. the kids were on the sofa, snuggled under blankets and watching cartoons.

then we switched: he had coffee on the balcony while i went across the street to the central breckenridge lawn and did some free yoga for an hour, set to an accompanying xylophone and violin. it was perfect. this international festival of the arts really delivered some wonderfulness to our stay in summit county.

but then: james' fear of the gondola arrived. he was panic striken at the idea of riding a gondola up to the base of the ski resort so we could use our day passes for the fun camp scene. after an hour of flat-out refusing to leave the condo or ride the gondola, he finally came along. check out the look in his eyes and his death grip on david's shirt. that lasted the whole ride. he was proud of himself when it was over. i was too.

after we did the maze, the bounce house, and a few other little fun things, ramona and i took the chair lift up to mid mountain to ride the alpine slide down. so. fun.

we rode tandem, and she took the controls. it was great!

back down at the base, james got all suited up for a ropes course,

while ramona flew through the air on a giant aerial apparatus over the trampoline.

then james jumped,

and ramona zip lined.

and then....ramona had a full crash.
standing in line to go up to do the alpine slide, she turned with a flushed face and said "i don't feel good." we barely made it inside into the shade (and out of the 85 degree sunshine in that high thin 10,000 feet alpine air), when she collapsed onto a nearby chair and put her head down on the table. this is so out of character for a kid who has great poise in public. i ran to grab a drink of water, and by the time i got back to her, she was groggily lolling her head and mumbling about her stomach... i followed by instincts and grabbed a garbage can from the over-priced starbucks service counter in the resort, and she vomited into it for a full 2 minutes. poor little wobbly kid was a heat-exhasution wreck for 30 minutes, and slowly recovered in the air conditioning, in the shade, with sips of gatorade. she never made it down the alpine slide again, or onto anything else.

once she was looking better, james and i snuck up the mountain for another go at the slide, and we raced down.

then lunch and dippin dots, and plans to get to the very top of the mountain were squashed by the usual late-afternoon summer time mountain lightening. so we went back down to town,