We continued through the tall grass till we came to the "look-out" spot by the cement water catchment tank. There is a big olive tree there. We let Gene, Joseph, and Alan search for about 10 minutes before we told them it was the wrong olive tree.
Gene then wracked his brain for a while and decided that since my dads ashes were scattered on Small Mountain, the low green peak just to the left of Gene in this picture, that we'd have to get over there. I told him. No way are we going in a straight line.
