The Bizzard of Flagstaff, AZ?!?
Trip Start Nov 10, 2009
46Trip End Dec 18, 2009
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It was time to make some tracks to Santa Fe. There were only two places I really wanted to see on this trip. Santa Fe, Memphis and I think there was one other but, that would make three. I'm so interested in making time to Santa Fe that I keep the jammies on and begin driving around 8 am.
I'm zipping along nicely yet, something is concerning me. I'm feeling like someone is sitting on my chest. A little tight in the chest a little Clubber Lang 2nd Rocky fight breathing. I move along and soon enough I realize I'm at an elevation of 6,000 feet. So I'm not dying I'm just not well adjusted to the altitude. This happened to me once before about ten years ago when I lived in Denver, CO.
I'd been in my apartment at the Parkway on West 11th Avenue in "LoDo" and I awoke in the night with this very same feeling. I immediately wondered where the nearest hospitals were. I hadn't been there very long and kind of had an idea where one was. Instead, I turned on the humidifier, which I'd forgotten to use, and took deep mindful breathes and and in an hour I was sleeping and breathing fine. (I'm at 7,000 feet now as I write this)
I keep on driving and then it starts. A fine snow begins to fall. An hour into the trip the snow is accumulating and the roads are getting icy. I know how to drive in the snow, stay in control, drive slower than usual, no sudden turns and no panic braking. I pull off in Williams, AZ which is the gateway to the Grand Canyon and intend to hit the McDonald's for some coffee and facilities but, the doors are locked. They are shutting down early. I call my Dad and my Sister for weather and traffic reports. Both get back to me with bad news. It's a blizzard, there will be 18-30 inches and you won't be able to get too far.
I stay in the Sleep Inn Flagstaff and have a lovely dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. I'm readying for a night of laundry which I desperately need to do. Two other fellows are at the bar and the story is getting interesting.
The older one is divorced. He cheated on his wife and now he is seeing his kids from time to time. He's remarkably OK with it. The younger man is troubled. He enlisted in the Marines and married a woman almost a decade his junior. They have three kids 3, 5 and 7 and he is getting fed up with his wife. She thinks he is controlling but, he says that the has control over the checkbook, all the User ID and Passwords to their accounts and he doesn't resist any of the changes she wants to make in the house. He's miserable and would love do get out of the marriage and even do some "running around loose" but, he feels that with 3 kids in the picture that's not an option. He doesn't know quite what to do. He starts to talk about how having kids will make you feel some things you never thought you would. "Some weird emotional stuff"
His older friend leaves the bar and he comes back for more beer and some chewing tobacco. This fellow looks late 20s at most.
I leave there and are heading to the laundry place. The lady of the laundry greets me at the door and her eyes are barely on her face. These bags can carry many goods from your local grocery. She looks like a heavy smoker and drinker and she plaintively tells me that they have shut down for the day. They won't be open the next day either.
I head back to the hotel and watch the flip floppy game of the Ravens vs. the Packers. The next day is some serious driving. I need to get to Santa Fe and work out how in the hell I'm going to get to Jackson, MS on Friday without needing a brain transplant. I need to get my planning on.