Vista

While at NANOG 52, my boss started mumbling "Vista, vista, vista". I thought he had over caffeinated or something because even for a pointy-haired boss type he still prefers Linux.  Turns out he was talking about this:

An actual vista from O'Fallon park outside Denver.

Under his orders, we cut out of the afternoon tracks and headed into the mountains near Denver. My boss was convinced that our token Systems Administrator from the Ops department had never seen mountains before. That's ok. On another trip to San Diego, he once insisted we drive to Baja under some false belief I had never seen a desert.

He and SA boy were in cross trainers. I was wearing my Chaco sandals. That's ok. Despite extra pounds, inappropriate footwear, and atleast 10 years of age, this is what I saw when I looked back.