I've been visiting friends in Flag for the past several days. I've always loved it up here ... it's so beautiful this time of year (except for the traffic!), and so many trails, so little time! The first day, my friend wanted to go for a run in Buffalo Park. "Let's do it!", I replied, thinking that since I run in the desert around my house all the time, I'd run her into the ground. Ha! Unfortunately, I forgot about the altitude. Within half-a-mile, I was gasping like a bellows.
Hey, I'm a desert girl ... a flatland girl ... a downstream girl. And I swear, there isn't enough air up here to keep a bird alive! Everyone probably has supplemental oxygen hidden in their packs ... I just know it.





