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Mari, I hate you. Seriously though, congratulations! Your pictures would make anyone envious of your new home! The first vacation that I can remember was in Colorado, when I was six. We buried my Dad there because he loved it so much, he kept going back there, even hopping on freight trains for rides when he had to. My husband and his family go to Colorado - the eastern part - every year, or at least every other year for vacation. I went with them 2 years ago and loved it. We took 11 four wheelers, there were 13 or us ranging in age from 4 to 87, and we rode old mining trails up in the mountains for a week, and nobody wanted to leave. We would start out dressed in shorts and T-shirts at the bottom of a mountain and put on another layer every few miles, until we were riding in snow and sleet at the top of the mountain, wearing coats and rain suits. Hopefully we'll go again this summer!
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