I went for a hike in Breckenridge, Colorado this past Sunday with my friend Stuart. I say hike, but the closest we got to anything resembling nature was when we got out of the car, took some photographs (including the one of me above), and then got back in the car and drove home. This reminds me so much of my father. This was exactly how he liked to hike. Coming from Chicago, neither he nor my mother were great fans of nature. When he and the rest of my family came here once to visit, we would drive into the mountains, get out of the car, take a photograph, and then head home for the cocktail hour. Am I becoming my father? Not at such a young age, I hope.
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