One day we were going from one place to another where the land had a lot of brush. I thought I spotted a tombstone in the brush. I persuaded John to turn around and go back. I walked to the fence and peered through the brush. Wow a tiny cemetery! Farther down there is a house that sits much farther back off the road and it is much newer then this cemetery. Not sure it's on the same property. I looked for this little cemetery every time we traveled this road which wasn't often. I really wanted to go look at the tombstones but it looked very snakey plus it is on private property. I always wondered why the people who lived near by didn't go over and try to keep it clean as best they could. One day to my surprise someone had cleaned it the way you see here. So I got brave and climbed the fence to have a look. Couldn't read any names and there is not a name for the cemetery. Then the brush took over again. Now that John doesn't ranch on as many places as he did we haven't had reason to drive that way lately. I was reminded of taking this picture when I read in the news yesterday about a lady finding cremains of a lady she didn't know while cleaning out a closet of an office.