The Pickle (and Mt. Aragats)
This small, green, climbing machine gets us up and down the hill each day. It's an old Soviet ambulance and is incredibly balanced. For the first few days I was sure we were going to roll off the hill, but sure enough, the "Pickle" (as we affectionately call it) keeps climbing, like the little engine that could. Mt. Aragats is visible in the background (in the clouds).