Thanks to the high altitude, I
barely arrived in Colorado Springs before the complaints started
escalating.  My head felt like it was being
squeezed in a vise. Breaths were harder to come by and I thought
I was a quasi-asthmatic kid again.  I couldn't
find a bottle of Fiji anywhere for my parched throat. Welcome to
the mountains. Perhaps my bad mood was to blame, but I was rather
skeptical of spending a few nights at the family-friendly
Broadmoor.  To me, the whole
point of traveling is not to languish in the confines of a luxury
resort, but to flee my room in the morning and savor as much of
the local culture waiting outside as possible. 
Would I...