Leadville, Colorado
sits 10,200 feet
above sea
level.
That is to say,
if you were at a gymasium
at sea level,
and you were on the Stairmaster®,
and each stair
that you mastered
measured one foot high,
you would have to master
10,200 Stairmaster® stairs to climb
the Stairway to Leadville.
Leadville,
in short, is breathtaking –
not just in a 'my how lovely' sort of way,
but in a 'who
took my breath away?'
sort of way as well.
Visiting a locale so dizzyingly altitudinous,
a place where oxygen is so thin on the ground –
if that's
the phrase I'm looking for –
is more than a little giddy-making.
Above
(Picture One) we find Your Correspondent
doing the Two-Mile-High
Hooch Dance,
two miles high, with a bottle of hooch in his hands.
And
below (Picture Two) we see Leadville.
From a distance.
Leadville is up in those mountains.
Somewhere.
Where exactly? No one one knows.
You
don't find Leadville, you see. Leadville finds you.
It's
like Brigadoon.
Like Brigadoon with snowshoes, schnapps, skis and saloons.
Which is to say, our kind of Brigadoon. Oh yes; oh my yes.
