I seem to gravitate back to the cemetery from time to time. As I wandered around I observed the tracks in the snow. Often when I go to the cemetery, I’m the only one around. Since it snowed yesterday I was able to see where the visitors had been. It is kind of like a history in the snow. It always makes me happy to see that people are being remembered even after they are no longer here with us.
That doesn’t have much to do with the mountain. I just found that it was a pretty sight looking down on the cemetery or a pretty view if you are in the ground… and have x-ray vision.