The chang­ing sound of air on Colorado’s high­est peak

The Denver Post - - LIFE & CULTURE - By Janet Sheridan

My thoughts buzzed, an­gry and muti­nous: “I can’t make it. I’m go­ing to die at 8 in the morn­ing, slumped over a gi­ant rock, legs churn­ing use­lessly, gra­nola bar un­eaten. I’m not tak­ing an­other step. I’m fin­ished.” I lurched to a stop and bent over, open-mouthed and drool­ing like an ex­hausted dog.

Friends had as­sured me that climb­ing a Colorado four­teener would be a thrilling ex­pe­ri­ence, one that would change my life. I now re­al­ized, as my screech­ing lungs threat­ened to ex­plode, that the promised change could be tot­ing around an oxy­gen tank for the rest of my life.

My hus­band and I had started

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