An army of caterpillars, a murder of crows...

A superfluity of nuns? Who knew? Who even thought about what a group of nuns was?

We hadn't, until Friday when we were walking around Cold Spring on the Hudson on Friday night. A whole gaggle of nuns, bursting with excitement because they were going to Yankee Stadium. No, it wasn't the game they were excited about, it was the Pope. My bad.

We also saw a few other things in Cold Spring and Garrison this weekend. And we did the Breakneck Ridge hike, which I probably wouldn't have chosen had I read the rest of the description. Although, to any normal person, the name "Breakneck Ridge" would have been enough of a clue. This was serious rock climbing, but hey, it made us beautifully tired for the rest of the weekend.