SkyHog
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Everything Offends Me
Here's a story of a first time, but I'll preface with another first ever: "The FAA is right about something medical in nature."
So today, I took the cog railway up to the top of Pike's Peak (14,110ft MSL). Once we got above the timberline, I started to get a little dizzy, but it didn't seem that bad. That was at 11,500ft or so.
As we got further and further, I started feeling a bit more, and more dizzy. Once we reached the top, I had a hard time standing up, because my head was swimming so much. I went for a bit of a walk around the peak, grabbed some food and felt a bit better. I got back to the train, and waited with my wife and kid until it was time to go back down.
We descended without issue, and got to the bottom, and left.
Or so, that's what I thought happened. Apparently, here's what really happened:
We got to the top of the run, and I started speaking incoherently. My wife was a bit scared and asked me numerous times if I was ok. She wouldn't let me hold my son, and when she could understand what I was saying, it was generally some sort of cheesy joke that made no sense whatsoever.
I got off the train and stumbled (like a mad-man, as it was described) over to the railing where I snapped some pictures of terrain.
Then, I got back on the train, food all over my face like I was missing my mouth, where my wife remembered the trick I told her about years ago - she asked me to solve some basic math problems. Apparently, I took about 2 minutes to tell her 9x12 was 72, and when a few people corrected me and told me I was suffering from hypoxia, I simply told them that it was, in fact, right, and they were probably all suffering from hypoxia.
I remember some of this, in a very hazy way (sort of like the morning after a long binge drinking teenage night, when someone tells you that you made out with the fat chick with all the piercings). Some of the events I absolutely do not remember at all (for example, taking some pictures from the top, which I have the photo evidence of). I remember the math stuff a bit, but I don't recall it taking me that long to get the wrong answer (for some reason, in my head, I remember working it out manually even to double check the answer, and it was still wrong).
Here's my assumption: Living in North Carolina for the last few years has turned me into an altitude wuss. When I lived in NM, at 6,000ft elevation, jumping in a plane and flying up to 14 or 15 thousand feet was a non-event, and I handled it very well. I've been in Colorado for about 3 months now, but apparently haven't fully acclimated to the higher elevations, so today was like going from sea level to 14,000+ ft, and I couldn't handle it.
Kinda scary. I didn't realize it was like that at all. Next time, I'm gonna buy one of those cans of air they sell.
So today, I took the cog railway up to the top of Pike's Peak (14,110ft MSL). Once we got above the timberline, I started to get a little dizzy, but it didn't seem that bad. That was at 11,500ft or so.
As we got further and further, I started feeling a bit more, and more dizzy. Once we reached the top, I had a hard time standing up, because my head was swimming so much. I went for a bit of a walk around the peak, grabbed some food and felt a bit better. I got back to the train, and waited with my wife and kid until it was time to go back down.
We descended without issue, and got to the bottom, and left.
Or so, that's what I thought happened. Apparently, here's what really happened:
We got to the top of the run, and I started speaking incoherently. My wife was a bit scared and asked me numerous times if I was ok. She wouldn't let me hold my son, and when she could understand what I was saying, it was generally some sort of cheesy joke that made no sense whatsoever.
I got off the train and stumbled (like a mad-man, as it was described) over to the railing where I snapped some pictures of terrain.
Then, I got back on the train, food all over my face like I was missing my mouth, where my wife remembered the trick I told her about years ago - she asked me to solve some basic math problems. Apparently, I took about 2 minutes to tell her 9x12 was 72, and when a few people corrected me and told me I was suffering from hypoxia, I simply told them that it was, in fact, right, and they were probably all suffering from hypoxia.
I remember some of this, in a very hazy way (sort of like the morning after a long binge drinking teenage night, when someone tells you that you made out with the fat chick with all the piercings). Some of the events I absolutely do not remember at all (for example, taking some pictures from the top, which I have the photo evidence of). I remember the math stuff a bit, but I don't recall it taking me that long to get the wrong answer (for some reason, in my head, I remember working it out manually even to double check the answer, and it was still wrong).
Here's my assumption: Living in North Carolina for the last few years has turned me into an altitude wuss. When I lived in NM, at 6,000ft elevation, jumping in a plane and flying up to 14 or 15 thousand feet was a non-event, and I handled it very well. I've been in Colorado for about 3 months now, but apparently haven't fully acclimated to the higher elevations, so today was like going from sea level to 14,000+ ft, and I couldn't handle it.
Kinda scary. I didn't realize it was like that at all. Next time, I'm gonna buy one of those cans of air they sell.