Rocking in the Heights

As mentioned in a previous post, playing tour guide makes one feel like they really belong somewhere. Round two of my tour guiding came mid-December when my father came out for a visit. We never really had any set agenda. Lots of walking and seeing what there is to see.

On a particular Tuesday we must have put eight miles under our feet. While I can't be exactly sure where exactly we walked, the Google map at right is some indication of the very indirect route we took to wherever it is we all went.