Today was my last day in Colorado and my dad and I hiked up to a WWII airplane that crashed in 1947. It was about a 5 mile hike and my feet kill. It was fun though, a little difficult as the actual site of the crash was at the very top of the mountain and the only way to get to it is to go up the mountain next to it and walk along the ridge line.
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