At least here in Colorado, it does. Back when I was still married to my then wife Lisa, and my brother-in-law George was alive, we would all (including my sister Susan, of course) spend every Memorial Day hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park. The photograph above, taken in the 1980s, shows George on the right and me on the left, hoisting a can of Stroh's Beer (made with Detroit River water. Yum). We would hike up those mountain trails until the snow started to get deep and the mist prevented us from seeing further than a few yards. Then Lisa would start crying and demand that we turn around, and we would then head back to Estes Park for dinner. Aren't family traditions great?
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