While the last hill may be kind of weak there is that wonderful 720 degree right hand bank past the fish pond. And while the view off that last hill isn't the greatest, it is still quite a view, especially if the Mark Twain is sitting at the dock.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. mycroft16 on Twitter