This is where I'd rather be...

This is where my bro Cory and I put down a serious game of frisbee golf this summer. Atop a mountain in the Colorado Rockies. You had to take a ski lift just to get up to it. Ski runs were fairways and the some of the holes were ridiculously long. Almost as long as the word ridiculously. The game took us hours and we were totally beat. At least we got to ride a lift down the mountain. Oh wait. We didn't because the lift was broke when we finished playing. We could have waited for a bus, but we were in a hurry so we ran/rolled DOWN THE MOUNTAIN! At the bottom I collapsed and wished for death. When that didn't work, I got up and went to the ticket counter and demanded my money back for the lift ticket. After some excellent arguing I walked away satisfied with half of what we paid. It was a beautiful, sunny day.
Anyways,
the weather now is death and I'm taking a mental vacation.