It was a sunny day today. Warm in the truck, cold outside in the breeze. We found a gravel country road we do not remember ever traveling on before. The first part we know where there is a smelly feed lot but we must have turned off on a road that we have never turned on before. Not much traffic but it seemed every time I spotted something I wanted to take a picture of there would be another vehicle hot on our trail. I don't want to be called A Sunday driver so I don't' yell stop there's a picture because I know John will jam on the brakes and you know what that means. When we come to an intersection John will ask which way? Right, left, or straight ahead? I hate to have to make that decision. I want to go all ways. Yes we could turn around, come back to go down all the roads but that would be pressing my luck with John. When we came out to the end of the road we were surprised to meet a road at a country cemetary we are very familiar with.