Climb Every Mountain...

Yesterday Sean and I went on a date. We left Brooklyn with our househelper, Isabel, and went for a hike. It was beautiful. And cold. We climbed - or at least thought we climbed - up to a cross that we can actually see from our house. It is on the top of a mountain that overlooks San Jose (well, for us it was more of a hill than a mountain...hey, we're from Colorado). It was a great hike but we forgot jackets so we were a little cold. We were disappointed, though, to realize that we didn't actually climb to THE cross but just a cross. There are 3 crosses up there, which we didn't realize. We were pretty high up and couldn't see the other one, so we thought we were there. We felt pretty proud of ourselves as we made our way back down the narrow, overgrown trail but when we looked back up to where we had been, we saw that just a little farther up was the real cross. Bummer. Oh well, we had a great time and enjoyed fresh air and an awesome view. Now, of course, we need to go again. Another date!