And because this is the view from there.
I did miss Diana a lot though. Fortunately, there's a solution so we won't have this problem in the future:
We can move to Denver!
Although I would definitely not want to live in this house. If we moved in here, Erin might never come visit us. This is her old den of iniquity, which we visited on a whim (i.e., we drove by at 1 am and took pictures while trying not to look too much like crazy stalkers).
Also, I played some golf with my Dad (Mom came along, too). This is the three of us in front of a hole that had a series of sandtraps arranged to look like a bear's paw.
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