Last week I told you about Geocaching in the mountains on Labor Day. Lyle knows I enjoy visiting cemeteries, particularly old ones, so he told the kids that the cache hidden at Como Cemetery was “for Mom to find.” It was supposed to be an easy, drive-up one just outside the fence. Following the coordinates on the GPS, he drove right up to it. I stepped out of the car, moved the obvious log away from the fence post…
…and there was a groove in the ground just the size and shape of a large pill bottle (which was supposed to be the cache container), but no cache.Never mind that. I was more interested in visiting the cemetery.
From the road it didn’t look very big, but a closer visit revealed hundreds of old, very old, graves back in the trees.I was fascinated with the wrought-iron and weathered wood picket fences marking off the sites. The spindly, white-barked aspen trees made a lovely canopy over the scattered graves.
Some of the graves dated back the mid-1800s. I found it an interesting and peaceful place with the late-afternoon sun filtering through the trees. I could have spent hours there speculating about the lives represented by the head-stones, but clouds were rolling in and my family was waiting, so I soon headed back to the car.
“I wended my way to the graveyard this evening,” wrote Anne to Gilbert after she got home. “I think ‘wend your way’ is a lovely phrase and I work it in whenever I can. It sounds funny to say I enjoyed my stroll in the graveyard but I really did.” –L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars