It is always great when you see a lone structure sitting along the the highway. The church looked abandoned so we had to stop and take pictures. As I was snapping away, Sharon told me to look across the street. There it was, tucked in the forest among the trees was a tiny cemetery. Scattered were several headstones that looked like they have been there for years. It was an eerie site with the darkness of the trees surrounding the graves. This stop turned out to be much better than we expected.