Since John can't work or drive any longer he is the one who wants to go riding all time. Me not so much, but I do so he can get out some. When we get on the little country roads where there is no traffic I drive slow enough for him to count the fence wires and see if they need "fixin". We started out where he wanted to go to see where it goes. Turns out it was a dead end and we had been there before. So I turned on a road I don't think we had been on before and that is hard to find. We went so far we didn't know where we were and kept guessing which town we would come in to. We passed the neatest tiny cemetery, for family only, I presume. The name on the gate read "Down On The Farm Cemetery". It was outlined with cement and had about three graves with head stones. One shade tree had lots of wind chimes hanging from the limbs and bird houses. There were a couple of benches and other decorations. I notice there are more and more ranches installing their own private cemetery. I don't know how that would be when the day comes to sell the property. I guess they would have to leave access to the graves and they probably are thinking they will never sell but things do change. I don't know how much red tape they have to go through to install one of these but I'm sure there is some. I wish I would have stopped to take a picture because I'm not sure I could ever find it again unless by accident.