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After struggling through we finally made it to the top, and with the keen eye of Sally who spotted the old house site, we approached slowly but determinedly. Poor Robert had come with street shoes on which made me think he probably took two s+eps forward and one back with every step. Several photographs were taken here then we willed ourselves to go to the cemetery. Again, the going was tough, but the tough got going and with encouragement from having conquered the worst we made it. Although only a little more than a year ago the cemetery was cleared of all growth, it seemed now more overgrown. Again, the sunflooded landscape and the profusion of tender undergrowth. By this time the gnats were so bad we thought for sure they would eat us alive before we returned home.
Having mentally marked the location of the cemetery by remembering that tour locust trees stood at the top side of it, it was soon found. Approaching slowly and with some humility as this was a dear and sacred spot. Dinah and Woody climb over the stone wall near the gate stopping near Dinah’s great grandparent’s graves. Only words could express, I suppose, that she was thinking she had made the same trip her dear mother had only three decades ago. Photos were taken again and then we began our descent. Not far from the cemetery, and being concerned for our not-so-rugged-as-weare cousins, we would halt up until they’d catch up. At one such stop, thinking she was about to rest against a stout young sapling, cousin Sally
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