This is the view from the road.
One of the first markers we encountered after a small hike up the hill. (Aged 38 years)
A lot of the markers were really tiny. Some were not carved out in a traditional shape. Some were just smoothed out rocks. Some were tucked between two trees.
Charles brushes away some debris so we can read the inscription.
Walking around I kept stepping in or almost stepping in groundhog holes. Some of the holes were right over the area. Charles joked that he wanted to see a groundhog pop out of it's hole with a bone in it's mouth.
Sad.
This beat up flag was the only evidence that someone had been back in there in many, many years. It does show that people still do remember their kin.
Charles said that I really shouldn't go into the fenced off part, but it was rusted away in some parts, a huge rock had bent up another and some of the fence was just plain ol' missing...plus I don't listen too well. But I DO know the rule that when you visit a cemetery you cannot go without leaving a token for the occupants. So I was bringing home some leftover pumpkin biscuits and I shared them in thanks for letting us visit.
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