Sunday afternoon, after Church, we went to visit some of the cemeteries. I love walks through cemeteries. There is so much peace and love found on those sacred grounds. When we pulled into the Glendale cemetery, I was surprised to look over and see a Terry headstone, and upon closer look realized it was my great-Uncle Mel, my grandma's older brother. I had forgotten that he was buried here, and was so happy for the opportunity to visit.
On the drive through Hatch, oh how I LOVE driving through small towns, I saw this beauty parked on the side of the road. I have no idea really what it is used for? A camper of sorts? But I fell in love with it, & on the way back I simple had to stop to take a picture of it. I just knew my mom would love it too.