Hike-O-Rama

Today was the first day in a few without fog or an excessive amount of smoke. So after a delicious breakfast of french toast with peanut butter and syrup (not maple, unfortunately, because we can't get it, but it was good enough), we set out on a hike to the place where Fred's 8th graders had taken him last weekend. The pictures speak for themselves. We walked an hour and a half into the hills to the west of our town, on dirt roads, through fields of cows, to the top of a mountain.

This is one of about 10 baby pigs that were out on the trail with their mother, older sister and we think father. We didn't get close enough to find out.

This man lives up on the hill and we passed by his house on our way to and from home. He very kindly invited us to sit with him as we hiked along the mud road. He was delightful, and so welcoming, as all Armenians seem to be.

This bus ain't goin' nowhere! There are thousands of these all over the country.

We brought a tripod and took this picture looking out over the valley. What a beautiful spot! And a nice looking couple to boot!

Cows.

Cows behind a fence.

Home sweet home, on the way back to town. Not our home however.

A view of central Noyemberyan with the schools and most of the apartment buildings. The red structure in the upper left is a memorial to the "Great Patriotic War." You'll have to google that to see what we are talking about.