Hallowed Grounds Tour don't go to Antree...!

So, the Highlander and I drove around and got the boxes replanted just about half of the Hallowed Grounds Tour. Anything from Mt. Albion on still needs planting, which I'll be doing with Jiggs tomorrow night.

Scary moment happened on the way, though. By the time we hit the last cemetery tonight, there was nothing left of the sun but the glow of sunset. We could just make out the obelisk I was looking for, so we pulled into the grass driveway, turned off the lights and I clicked on the flashlight to carve the letters into the stamp. I waited to be sure the stamps were really lost before actually dropping off a new stamp, so I carved the tombstones at home, then added names to them in the car.

Anyway, I had the Highlander keeping an eye out and no sooner do I say this than he says "That truck we passed is coming back." The truck doubles back and pulls in RIGHT BEHIND us, lights on right into the back window. I'm panicking that it's a cop and I'm not sure WHAT we're gonna do. This guy with a baseball cap gets out, walks up to the window with a BEER in his hand and says "What're ya doing out here, sir?" just like a cop would say (except cops don't say it with beer). The only way for us to go is into tombstones or into a blind ditch near a cornfield.

Now I'm less worried about a ticket and more worried about personal safety. In my head, all I can hear is the banjos from Deliverance and the words "Ya already GOT trouble!", so I'm speechless for a change. The Highlander, the quiet one, actually goes ahead and explains that we're setting up a tour for out of town folks to visit these old cemeteries and that we lost track of time, so we ended up in the dark for this last one. I show the guy the stamp and he's delighted...says he farms/owns the land around here and that it's "real historic...stuff from 1910, even!" He normally comes to the farmers' market in Medina (where we live) and hopes to see us there sometime. He takes his beer back to his truck and heads on home without a single swerve on the road, much to my relief.

Unfortunately, I totally raunched the first attempt to carve the name, so when you get the Snyder Cemetery stamp, just remember the duress I was under as I carved it and you'll appreciate the stamp that much more! ;-)

The (hoping she NEVER finds the river that goes to Antree) Sprite & the (planning to slip a tape of banjo music under the bed tonight to freak her out) Highlander