During the annual trip to Colorado, you were not far from friends' and family's minds. We took MANY pictures of the castles, we toasted you with your favorite (but not ours!), Jack Daniels. We talked about getting lost on a hike after you were gone. We had never done that when you were around. We talked about you playing the dada-da-da of Beethoven's 5th on our piano to wake our flatland friends to the skiing day. And my ability every day to look at the memorial rock right off the cabin deck that said, "Scott loved, loved, loved it here."