The drive down a long, rough gravel road was worth it to get to this one.
I featured this little cemetery near Hot Springs, Arkansas last month just because I loved the name.
Hand-piled rock wall.
I didn’t find any clues there as to how it got its name, but I did find grave sites that were just as intriguing.
The graves at Goat Bluff said as much about the community of people left behind as they did about those they memorialize.
Can’t you just imagine the funeral services held in this shelter?
I think it still gets used, don’t you?
I Dig Graves! 
A favorite haunt of mine. The name is simple as the cemetery is in a bluff called Goat Bluff. The people were simple as well. Most of the stones until recently are uninscribed local rock probably dug up during the burial. Religion & family were very important to them but they were very poor.
The people were mostly from antebellum south, from families who immigrated well before the revolution. That being said, they accepted newcomers, regardless of religion, politics, war service or origin, not that there were many, as it was a hard land
The shelter is still in use, Crains (some descended from above) are mostly buried there now and attend the place with great respect along with others
see you there — Michael Cooper
Thanks for the background info! When I spotted the sign, I pulled off the highway, backed up and had to see where the road up the hill ended. It’s nice to learn more about the place. It has a peaceful vibe that matches its history.