Thanksgiving in Colorado: Flew into Denver, drove out to Pueblo to see family. We visited Fire Station No 3 (built in 1881), right before it was converted into a Museum, and then went out to shoot guns at the range with Uncle "Tom" (who trains the DEA). Melissa's Dad's side has a few Firemen, and her Mom's side has the Nurses and Police Officers: we visited her Dad's side.
Denver was a nice airport.
If you're not in the mountains, the majority of it looks like high desert. (This was Kenny's yard).
Dinner with the close-family, many more members and friends showed up for Thanksgiving.
We visited the Olympic Training Center
And the IAFF Fallen Fire Fighter Memorial in Colorado Springs.
Took a tour, rode the original brass pole.
I qualified for sniper. Nothing says thanksgiving in America like fully-automatic weapons.
Story of us
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Story of 25 years together, my wife and I. Photos, trips and stories. (This is about how long we've been together, not just married).
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