After several hours of photographing alpine fleurs and lichen I frolicked back down the mountain and stopped in at the seediest bar in town (The Sundowner Saloon), bet you weren't expecting that, huh? I went in not for a drink silly!....but to inquire if perchance the bartender knew my father (who hasn't spoken to me for 3 Birthdays now.... oh! did I mention it was my Birthday?). Low and behold, the chatty lad did know my father, "Ohhhh yah...he comes in her alllllllll the time, probably see him tonight in fact." So I purchased 3 drinks (whisky and Coke) for my father (1 for each Birthday of course) for when he next pays a visit to the saloon. It felt a bit like a scene from an obscure Russian spy novel, "No, I haven't seen my father in 20 years but I bought him a drink last week."...As I was leaving I informed the barkeep that I'd see him next year and it would be 4 whisky's.... egads!