Saturday morning I headed out to do my weekly errands. It was a beautiful morning as I headed down the road. As I approached the cemetery where my dad is buried I stopped in the middle of the road (since no other cars were around) and took a picture looking up the hill.
This is a rather small cemetery and the section in the front by the road is pretty old. I've never walked through to see just how old some of those headstones are but you can tell by looking at them that they're quite old.
Since it's been a while since I've stopped and I wasn't in any big hurry I pulled in and drove up to the back of the second section. The back side of the headstone has his last name on it so it makes it easy to spot from the road.
I've always liked the view from here.