The other day, I wrote about taking breathing for granted; the story doesn’t end there. My wife decided to book us on a tour of Mauna Kea. I said, “whatever” as I usually do when she wants to book something. It wasn’t until the night before that I looked at the tour website and got a little panicked as there are numerous warnings about the high altitude and the inability for rapid emergency response in case something happened. We made it to 9200 ft and I was still breathing without difficulty. Then we climbed to over 13000 ft where I was still able to breath, but felt a little light headed. You really don’t think about breathing until it becomes difficult.

The view from the top was definitely worth the trip.

View from the top of Mauna Kea:

We really were at over 13000 ft: