Sunday August 01st 2010, 9:54 pm
Filed under: Family,Food,Life

Imagine looking at a Claude Monet painting up very close, or any other pointilist painter’s, examining all those tiny dots that make up the picture.

Now imagine those dots are all shades of green/graygreen and they’re all moving, constantly moving, shimmering gently in the mountain breeze, countless thousands of individual hanging circles amidst the whole of the trees. Those are the aspens. It was gorgeous up there. We were at a cabin in the Utah mountains at 7950 feet. (Thank you GPS unit!)

I had a good case of altitude sickness–every morning I started to pass out, every single day I got offered to bail if I needed it, but I just didn’t want to miss anything. I googled: if the headache doesn’t respond to the analgesic, get off that mountain! Oh. Okay, then. I could stay.  (Somewhat… But I stayed.)

For the record, I knit really really slowly on low oxygen. On the other hand, what I knitted was done and didn’t have to be done again.

And who knew when we might get to all be together like that again. As I told one nephew, I would have loved more one-on-one moments and it was all so short, but on the other hand, it was better than a wedding for that.

My sister-in-law made her trademark decadent fudge sauce and some brownies and got some ice cream to  go with them for our last night there. Celebrate!  When everyone had been served, there was just a bit left in the pan–you can’t throw away that good stuff, you just can’t. It’s chocolate! I scraped out as much as I could onto the large serving spoon and went looking for someone with a little ice cream left.

I spotted a nephew, a young adult. A victim. I asked him.

Sure! he grinned.

Then instead of trying to pour the mostly-solid-by-then chocolate into his bowl, I simply put the spoon in his bowl; we’re talking a large mound of chocolate over a very small lump of mostly melted ice cream here.

Just then my son came up from behind, having  spotted that spoon in my hand a moment before–but it was gone now.

My nephew grinned up at his cousin and in a singsongy neener neener voice declared, “Your mom loves me more than youuuuu!”

We laughed so hard. SO hard.

And I would have missed that and so would they have.

I’m so glad I stayed!

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I’m so glad the altitude sickness wasn’t so bad that it forced you to leave. My gradnfather used to get altitude sickness; from his descriptions it sounded miserable.

I’m on my way to the grocery store, mouth watering from the descriptions of fudge sauce and laughing over your nephew and his cousin.

Comment by robinm 08.02.10 @ 4:31 am

I’m so glad you had a great time! Another one for the memory book!

Comment by Joansie 08.02.10 @ 5:13 am

I know just what you mean – about the aspens and about how there never is enough one-on-one time at these wonderful gatherings. But they are the stuff of family lore, and missing it for altitude sickness would have been a shame. I hope you are feeling much better having come down off the mountain.

Comment by twinsetellen 08.02.10 @ 5:20 am

Altitude sickness sounds awful. Don’t know that I’ve been high enough – short of in a plane – to test it out.

“Mom’s favorite” was a running joke with my BFF’s family, growing up. One year, Mama F. made all of us (including me) “Mom’s Favorite” tee shirts for Christmas.

Comment by Channon 08.02.10 @ 7:24 am

I’m so glad you got another of those “moments” with your family. They all sound so loving and special. I’m glad for you.

Comment by Mary 08.02.10 @ 7:47 am

Getting high on one-on-one! Way to go!! Your left-over chocolate description left me both mouth watering and laughing.

Comment by Don Meyer 08.02.10 @ 9:14 am

There’s always more chocolate but moments like that are precious. I was just telling my mom one thing I remembered about my grandmother was picking HOT huckleberries with her under intense July sunshine then eating them with ice cold milk and sugar. I can buy blueberries, milk and sugar but I can’t buy moments like that.

Glad you were able to stay!

Comment by LynnM 08.02.10 @ 9:59 am

Sounds like a fabulous vacation – regardless of how short. g

Comment by gMarie 08.02.10 @ 10:53 am

I love Colorado myself. Absolutely love it. But when I was in Breckenridge in July, I got really sick too with altitude sickness. Finally got better by drinking tons of water, taking aspirin and whiffing some oxygen I bought in a cannister at a gift shop. Anyway, glad you got to stay.

Comment by Chelle 08.02.10 @ 1:13 pm

slowly is the ONLY way to things on low oxygen. Although I will note that the wooden spoon seemed to find a volunteer fast enough!

Comment by Carol 08.02.10 @ 6:19 pm

I, too, am glad you were able to stay! Such delicious and priceless memories. 🙂

Comment by Suzanne in Montreal 08.03.10 @ 12:23 pm

Yay!! I’m glad you ended up having a good time.

Comment by karin maag-tanchak 08.03.10 @ 7:37 pm

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