On every country road trip, there are bound to be a few small country cemeteries.
I am drawn to cemeteries, like bees are to flowers!
My eye caught this sign, St. John's cemetery
as I was driving through Hammond, a little town in SE Minnesota
I had to check it out (of course), so I backed up and started the accent in my trusty Santa Fe.
It started out smooth and grassy buy soon became steep and full of deep dirt ruts...
to late to back down, I was a little worried that I might not make it up...
but I did!
It was a wee bit spooky being up there on the hill with only me, my car and a lot of grave stones.
I put on my brave hat and milled around, looking at the head stones, and wondering how often they had been visited by loved ones... such a remote place and not easy to get to.
From Hammond, I drove west and passed by this little beauty in Mezeppa, MN
Decided not to get out here, but drove through anyway.
Finally stop was the cemetery in Berne, MN
These little country cemeteries are typically well cared for, they are simple yet unique.
I often find myself walking and wondering about those who are buried there, especially the young.
I feel bad when I see the headstones that are so old that the names are unreadable,
have they been forgotten? Sad to think this could be true.