On our way up Mt. Hermon, we stopped to take a photo. Mary couldn't stop laughing at Alistair, though. So we just gave up and took the photo anyway. Sandra was the craziest one there, in my opinion. All of us old farts trudged up the mountain, breathing heavily and complaining of pain in our feet and legs. But not Sandra. She ran up the mountain, then back down to us, then in circles around us... singing!