This afternoon Elizabeth and I went for a walk. I took her up to get a picture at sunset with the cross on the top. A group called Americans United for Separation of Church and State, which sent the city a letter threatening to sue if the cross is not removed.
We began our walk at home. Knowing it was going to be a 5 plus mile walk, we were prepared. About three quarters of a mile out, we passed a young couple getting out of a car to make there way up Mt. Rubidoux. They passed us a little later running. We passed them again at the crossroads, just before we go up the down road. We made our way up the road to the windy place and it was windy.
We quickly got back on the road to make up time for the stop. I began to notice that pushing a stroller uphill puts a lot of force on the arms. No wonder my arms were a little sort last time I went on a five mile walk pushing a stroller.
We crossed over the bridge and kept going up the down road. The west side of the mountain seems to always have a breeze or a good wind. Sometimes it is from the West, however, tonight is seemed to be more from the North.
We reached the junction that leads up to the very top and noticed that the flag was blowing straight out.
Flag on Mt. Rubidoux
From the picture you can see that the sun is low in the sky. I wanted to get the picture of the sun setting and the cross on the top of the mountain.
Elizabeth was a good sport for another 15 minutes. Then she started crying so I found a place to stop. Warmed up the bottle on the backpacking stove and found that she was not really interested in a bottle. Changed her diaper and she still was not happy. I put her back in the stroller and bundled her up. Within a couple of minutes she was fairly quiet. She had a few fits as she went to sleep.
Elizabeth was happily sleeping away as we made out way down the mountain. Close the entrance we passed the young couple again, this time for good. We made our way down Mission Inn Avenue to the Fox Theater and then back towards the North to home.
As for the fate of the cross on Mt. Rubidoux, time will only tell. The story is in the local paper here. I sure hope the cross is still there when Elizabeth hikes to the top on her own.
