You never know…

When we go on a vacation this is what we call eating out. We carry a lunch with us and when we get hungry we pull up a rock and eat. You never know what neat things you might happen upon when you wander off the beaten path.


About thirty feet behind where Joel was eating there was cemetery. All but two of the graves were marked by small stones. The names on them had been worn away by time. Two of the graves had modern markers.

One marked the grave of a fallen Civil War soldier.

Had we stayed on the path we never would have discovered this quiet resting place. That day the road less traveled made all the difference.