In the back part of the little church was a trail. A lot of the people who walk up the mountain end up coming in this way. It was refreshingly cool, peaceful, serene, and made you want to talk in whispers. You can't tell in the picture, but you can see through the trees, down into the valley....for miles! No wonder St. Francis would walk up here. We didn't notice at first because they blend in so well with the mountain, but to the left, all along the mountain edge, in the rocks, people had made crosses. They made them out of sticks, and used anything they could find to tie them together. We found thousands of them. At first I didn't like it, but then you realized they blend in so well you really don't notice them and they become part of the mountain. It was really like a church wall with all the crosses on it and the only word I keep coming up with is it was really "sweet." People were so touched by this place, that they couldn't leave without leaving a cross behind. Kevin and I really didn't talk about it when we were there, but on the way out, Kevin couldn't leave without making a cross and leaving it himself. He found a hair rubber band and used that to tie it together. He didn't say a word the whole time he was making it. He looked for several minutes for just the right size sticks he wanted to use. I just sat back and waited for him to finish. I snapped a few shots. You see the picture, but try to imangine what the whole thing was like. The only sound you are hearing is the soft rustling of the leaves in the trees towering all around you when the breeze moved them, the doves cooing in the background..............now watch Kevin make his cross.......................