With Bob, quite possibly the weakest day we've ever spent out: Vaca, this one, and then two other equally forgettable bumps whose names I can't even remember down near San Jose. With the exception of North Pal last summer, I think this may have been the last time I went out highpointing.
On my way back to the office from a job site, I saw the cross on the hill, and knew I had to ascend, ASCEND! to the mount.
it was very spiritual it wasn't very spiritual. the subject matter is perfect for my book the subject matter isn't perfect for my book.
eh, not much of a "Mount". T'was raining, but the clouds were high enough for a nice view of SF.