We got stopped by some guy working for the rail road, but he let us slide, so long as we didn't get too close to the trains. Down the tracks and on the other side we found a pioneer graveyard created in the mid 1800's. We spent most of the time in there, among the deceased, amazed by the history. The earliest born I saw was a woman from 1804. Fucking Hell, 200 years ago!
On the north end of the Cemetery, there is a section of an old run down rusted fence. It doesn't run the width of the grave yard, only a small portion survived the years. And not more than 3 feet to the other side of this fence, lay the most ugly of a manufacturing plant, or warehouse that was probably built in the 1980's...
One of many amazing headstones...
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Very inspiring and very well spoken my friend. My heart is lifted to see you take on this new adventure. I've always enjoyed reading your point of view. You are an artist. It's not just a title, it's a point of view and a way of life. The adventure continues...
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