Looking for a place to walk the dog is always on our mind. Eli needs a little space to run off the leash in order to stay in shape. In the small town of Creswell there are no parks outside the city limits. Everything within walking distance was crowded and full of noise. A quick check of the map showed a cemetary on the outskirts. We drove to it and leashed up the black boy for a trot. Breezing through the cemetary yielded some old headstones with beautiful carvings and architecture. This place was old and not well cared for. The grass was long and dead. The headstones were unkempt and covered in moss.
Broken headstones were encased in concrete. This was the oldest one that we saw that day.
We were respectful and treated the place as such. Towards the back of the land of the dead was the open space reserved for new arrivals. Eli was unhooked and off he went. Turkeys flew over the fence and the deer sprinted in all directions. A few minutes and it was out of his system. Time to go home and clean. Then we cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned.