A long time ago I had ventured up this hill with my parents. I remember this old lady living in this old house which was engulfed by the hill itself. She used to tend to her sheep and goats on this hill, taking them out to graze. Ever since I have always looked at this little house imagining how the old lady was. I recently thought of going up there to see if anyone still lived up there. The house is still rock solid but the old lady seems to have been long gone and no one is willing to live in a house with little commodities. When you look at the views from up there you just notice that the old lady had it all. What are the values of the commodities we have grown accustomed to when you can live in such peace and tranquility? The weather yesterday was not the most desirable for photography but I will return.