Man, that makes me homesick.
I grew up in Cortez, and about a million years ago I worked several summers at a Boy Scout camp at the base of Lone Cone. I wonder if it's still there?
I’ve hiked to the top of Lone Cone several times.
Swimming in Miramonte was exhilarating, to say the least.
Driving through Disappointment Valley, there was nothing for miles, just one old dead tree. I drove through there several times, and always thought out-loud, “there should be a buzzard sitting in that tree.”
Then the last time I drove through, there was.