Believe it or not, I’m still fiddling with my speech for the Death Salon. I’ve got way too much information to fit into my allotted time. While I stress over that, here is one of my favorite cemetery essays from 2011.
Cemetery Travel: Your Take-along Guide to Graves & Graveyards Around the World
Earlier this month I explored the historic cemeteries of Pescadero. The grass was ankle-high on the Protestant side, but over my knees on the Catholic side. Holes the size of juice glasses riddled the ground, but I never saw a mouse or gopher poke his head out.
Where there is prey, however, there will be predators. I kept an eye open for snakes. When I could, I walked on the graves’ curbs and watched my feet in the grass.
I’d nearly finished my exploration and was headed cross-country down the grassy slope when something caught my eye. In the grass lay the longest snakeskin I’ve ever seen shed in the wild. I should have thrown my notebook down for scale when I took the photo. Trust me, this skin was as long as my leg.
Which got me thinking: I’ve explored American graveyards from inner-city Detroit to ghost towns in…
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That was a great post, Loren. 🙂
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Thanks! It’s one of my favorites.
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I had missed this post so thanks for the re-post. Being safe in cemeteries is quite practical. Down here there always seem to be holes, cracks, thorns and fire ants. Good reminder!
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