Count the Skeletons With Me

I'm learning that the magic of St. Johns is that you can drive a few minutes in any direction and you're suddenly in the middle of the wilderness. No other human for miles. Today was a wonderfully blustery, windy, grey day. Our family decided to get out and enjoy the many beautiful sites within a close drive from our house. Our first stop was the grave site that Cameron created for our Gracie. The scenery does her justice. She is buried next to a tree with many limbs that reach up toward the heavens. Skeleton #1 Gracie's skeleton.

The view from her grave across the basin overlooks a vast monument to the beautiful color of her fur. It looks like a giant silvery-grey tabby cat buried in a layer of earth. A reflection of her grave...

A hike down the decline to the dry-bed basin produced a skeleton of a different kind... Skeleton #2 A rusted out, shot up skeleton of a car.

Skeleton #3 Cow Skeleton

Skeleton #4 Windmill Skeleton

The brutality of the last skeleton of the hike is felt in the ghostly images of an abandoned cattle chute. Skeleton #5 Cattle Chute Skeleton