Mountains are made to make us feel small I think

So here I am in Breckinridge Colorado, trying hard to keep my oxygen about me and stay hydrated. 10,000 feet is no joke - but I'm getting used to it, I can actually walk 2 blocks without feeling like I need a respirator.

That said, I love it here. The view of the mountains outside of our room and the clear mountain air make for a refreshing take on the world we live in. Not only does the majesty of the mountain caps remind us of our dependence on Mother Nature's good graces, it also serves to remind us how far we've come.

If you think about it, we're not supposed to be here. Humans are not optimized for living at this elevation. Especially an Asian like me - I'm supposed to be wading in rice paddies. Dry air, cold weather, and low oxygen doesn't suit my genes. I'm about as odd looking up here as a polar bear on South Beach.

This mother nature at odds with humans thing has been beaten to death - but it never tires for me, especially when I'm driving through here and realizing that just 100 years ago, getting into and over these mountains caused more deaths than getting to the moon ever will. We're spoiled.

In the end, I wish I could wake up every morning and look out my window and see snow white mountain caps against blue skies. Something very freeing to be disconnected from reality for that small amount of time. Then again, I'm not here to snowboard or ski (mental health rehabilitation I call it) and I'm here on the internet... blogging. See, us yellow skinned folk don't belong here!