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?
