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Every so often, it feels great to just get away.
Not only from work but other day-by-day parts of an often mundane existence rife with a never-ending to-do list.
Having just returned from visiting my son, who lives in Denver, from last week after my brief rant about hating Facebook through this past Monday, I feel a mixture of emotions. Happy for having had a wonderful time with my son and perhaps even sadder that it takes me flying for a thousand miles and renting an automobile and lodging in a hotel for me to see him.
I could easily write 10,000 words about my observations and experiences in Denver and the surrounding area based on my three visits there totaling about a dozen days but, truthfully, lack the energy and desire to do so.
Suffice it to say that the two things that my son and I love are hiking and eating well. He does not drink at all and based upon some recent tests that I completed regarding my own health, my days of drinking are more or less over. But we did split one beer on our last night together and despite him being nearly twenty-four years old, it is the first time that we have.
Because my son so meticulously researched and planned for this trip for many hours, it was about as good a visit as could be.
