Ugh. My head feels like it's going to explode. I have been dealing with a monster head cold for the past few days, and am sooo over it. I guess I should have expected something like this to happen, though. One doesn't spend multiple nights in the Yellowstone backcountry, with the temperatures consistently dropping down to 20, without experiencing some sort of ramification. It's not like we weren't prepared; we packed in more than enough cold-weather gear, and had fires every night, but I'm learning that my poor body can only take so much abuse. Five straight days of hiking 13 miles, with a 50-pound pack on my back, took its toll on my body and my immune system, leaving me exhausted and sick. So, we opted to end our expedition a tad early and seek the refuge of a hotel room. I'm going to be honest, I've never been so happy for a hot shower and comfortable bed. (It's amazing what a couple of weeks of roughing it can do for my appreciation of modern conveniences.)
Thus, we ended up spending the past couple of days recovering and relaxing in Bozeman, a quaint college town. Today, we head back down to Jackson Hole for a fun Saturday night. I'm just hoping this darn cold gives me a break long enough for me to enjoy myself...
No comments:
Post a Comment