I can’t write a blog today because I’m dying of the flu

Hey guys,

I know this is probably going to be a big disappointment to you all, but I won't be able to write a blog today because

I'm dying of the flu.

Sorry. I'm just too sick to swing a blog right now.

And I’m actually not sure what hurts more: Me dying of the flu, or me not being able to write you guys a nice blog because of it.

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It really sucks that I have neither the physical strength nor the mental energy to tell you about the most excellent hike I had last weekend,

and about how invigorating it felt to be out there all alone on a cold cloudy winter day surrounded by frozen forest in the presence of nary a sound save those of my shoes making tracks in the untouched snow and my breath coming and going, coming and going.

It also really sucks that I’m dying of influenza.

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This is such a bummer.

Honestly, I really wanted to tell you about the inspiring freespirited scenery I found all around me as I left the No Name trailhead near Glenwood Springs, Colorado, and made my way up a path that gradually turned from ice to hardpacked snow to substantial loose powder as I hiked higher and higher;

and about how I soon tired of postholing and decided to ditch the trail and bushwhack straight up the side of the canyon, which for some reason ended up being more difficult than merely postholing on an established trail;

and about how I was hoping as I slowly climbed that my randomly selected route up out of the canyon would bless me with an easy approach to the mesa above;

and about how my hopes were crushed when the rib I was ascending cliffed out at the base of an ice-covered outcropping bordered on either side by deep gullies that stole away all of my options.

But I can’t, because this flu is just killing me.

It’s only a matter of time before I’m dead.

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And I think I’d rather spend what little time I have left putting my affairs in order and enjoying the company of acetaminophen, dextromethorphan HBr, phenylephrine HCl, menthol, and green tea spiked with honey than describing to you how I slipped and slid and danced like a madman down that canyon slope through the scrub oak and snowdrifts and over the buried rocks and boulders and finally out into the open at the bottom where the creek ran cold and the trail waited to whisk me back to where I started.

I’m sure it would have been a great blog, if I’d been able to write it.

Well, time for me to crawl into the corner and die now.

Bye!

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Hello from the high Rockies of Colorado. My name is Brandt, pleased to meet you. I’m a marketing copywriter. I live in a little ghost town called Leadville. If you like mountains, snow, jokes, running, hiking, breathing, not working, etc., then you and I have a lot in common. Thanks for stopping by, and have a lovely day!