We were down for Dan’s wedding and hiking around the mountains when we stumbled on some lone graves. They were up in the woods, set back off from the trail. There were bear tracks even just a few feet downhill. Hidden away.
I couldn’t say I’m in support of the rites of Christian burial per se, but if they’re gonna make you get a marker, it’s not a bad way to go.
This was near the Blue Ridge Mountains, in Virginia horse country, this was.
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