I love exploring those cemeteries off the beaten path. There is a quiet little rural cemetery at the end of the road by my home, with many tombstones dating from the early 1800's. I spent many hours of my childhood exploring it, and later it became a place of solitude when teenage angst got the best of me. I still return with my husband and children to wander among the markers, and feel that we are walking through pages from the past.
If there is a micro cache by or near an old tombstone or gravesite, I feel no disrespect was intended - rather that it served to draw attention to something interesting one might otherwise miss. In the old cemetery mentioned above, there are several unusual markers - a very weathered, handcarved wooden marker for a baby (1880), the marble tombstone slowly disappearing into a tree (1929), the rock gravesite under the old cedar tree with an unknown resident. Those resting here surely do not mind sharing their stories with the living, if living are brave enough to look.
