It would seem that a graveyard is the end to possibility. I don’t find that to be true at all.
Take this place, for instance. We passed the gate as we drove down the two-lane highway looking for Calistoga. My head whipped around so fast that I’m sure my husband heard the vertebrae snap. Climbing the hill, stretching up between the trees, was an old cemetery. He knew we would have to stop before the weekend was over.
I will probably never see enough cemeteries. What draws me in is the possibility of what I might find: beautiful statuary, touching verse, lovely landscaping, new iconography, wildlife, a story that connects with me across the span of time. There’s always something new to see.
As a matter of fact, we’re 37 weeks into this blog and I’ve barely scratched the surface of the cemeteries I want to share with you. And that’s to say nothing of all the cemeteries I have on my must-visit list. Thanks so much for coming along on the ride.