Beautifully creepy
While making my family pedal 27 miles along the Heritage Trail up north, I noticed a teeny tiny little cemetery tucked back in the trees that line the trail.
Being a fan of the gruesome and the gothic and the old, I screeched (okay, fine, sloooowly coasted, given the speed of certain other riders *ahem*) to a stop and tromped off to investigate.
What I found was beautifully creepy in that way that only 150-year-old abandoned cemeteries can be.
Being a fan of the gruesome and the gothic and the old, I screeched (okay, fine, sloooowly coasted, given the speed of certain other riders *ahem*) to a stop and tromped off to investigate.
What I found was beautifully creepy in that way that only 150-year-old abandoned cemeteries can be.