Colorado - High-Altitude Care
“High-Altitude Care” follows a technician driving through a mountain pass to reach a Colorado clinic after its generator gives out.
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- High-Altitude Care: Twelve Miles Past the Gate — “High-Altitude Care” follows a technician driving through a mountain pass to reach a Colorado clinic after its generator gives out.
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Colorado morning,
frost along the pass
A service case beside me, tires crunching glass
The clinic sits beyond the pines, twelve miles past the gate
A warning light is waiting there and daylight can't be laid
Thin air in my lungs, red dust on my hands
Every turn is higher than the last mile plan.
I carry the current through the cold and storm.
Till the quiet room can call its people home.
When the morning wakes and the old lights shine.
That remote little clinic gets another lifeline.
Colorado, hold the road beneath my wheels.
There's a mountain of work, but the promise is real
The nurse waves from the doorway, her coat pulled to her chin
The generator stutters once, then gives us nothing in I open
up the cabinet, trace the fault by feel
A burned out board, a loose old lead, a part I know to heal
No signal on the ridge, no shortcut through the snow
Just a meter, steady hands and one more chance to go
I'll carry the current through the cold and storm
To the quiet room, can call its people home
When the modern wakes and the old lights shine
That remote little clinic gets another lifeline
Colorado, hold the road beneath my wheels
There's a mountain to work, but the promise is real
Outside the high sky opens blue beyond belief
Inside a child is breathing underneath a beeping relief
The numbers settle gently, the room begins to hum
Sometimes hope is something fixed before the night has come
I carried the current through the cold and stone
Now the quiet room is calling people home
Every monitor wakes, every old light shines
That remote little clinic has another lifeline
Colorado wide sky, keep your granite guard
The climb was steep, but the work was worth the hard
Down the pass at evening, snow on every side
The clinic keeps its promise,
and I let the engine ride
