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Post your comfy memories. I'll start.
>Be me a few years back. 17.
>Dad invites me to hang out with him in Colorado
>Kinda reluctant but then I accept
>Parents are divorced btw. But that's away from the story.
>So anyways I arrive at Denver International
>Dad isn't really the /out/ type, is kinda lazy. He's 53 so he deserves to relax after many years of hard work.
>Wanna show him something nice.
>Keep in mind it's March so it's still snowy over there.
>We get in the truck and I give him some directions to some mountains outside of Denver.
>We eventually get to I think it was Thorodin Mtn.
>We get out the truck, and we hike up the mountain, it has a very rocky face but the snow kind of helped keep the loose rocks together which made t easier
>Finally make it pretty high up
>Quiet, light snow, cloudy, and slightly windy
>We just enjoy the silence
>Was never really close with dad, but that was one of the only times I said "I love you to him"
>Puts his arm around me and says "Anon, I love you. I'm glad you brought me here."
>We enjoy the quiet and snowy experience and just admire the rest of the scenery all around us
>One of the best memories of my father
