Here are some pics from the excursion Friday evening, to help illustrate my LaGrange story a few posts back.
This is the view from the main highway. You take the curve to the right and after a short while pass the school site, which has a couple of cabins on it, some picnic tables, and a few other things:
A monument at the school site:
Here is one of the cabins at the school site. I don't know how old these are, but I do know you can rent one and spend the night there. Why you would want to, I'm not sure:
Immediately after you pass the school, the paved road ends, and things start looking like this. Keep in mind we walked out of here at like 11 PM:
After probably a quarter to a half mile, the gravel road turns sharply left and goes uphill to the cemetery. At that point, this muddy path is straight ahead. This is where we got stuck that night. They have since put up a gate. There is also a no trespassing/private property sign in the upper right hand corner. This past Friday as we were leaving the cemetery, there was an old truck coming out of this road. Yikes:
From that same point, this is the view looking uphill at the road which leads to the cemetery:
The cemetery is located at the end of the gravel road, probably close to a mile from the school site. It is surrounded by dense woods on all sides, except for the entrance where the road ends. It has really been cleaned up since that night eleven years ago. At the time of my story, all of this was overgrown and you could only see a very few graves:
This was a little freaky. The box on the right is what I assume to be an above-ground concrete coffin. Never seen that before. ("We bury our dead underground, so they can't get out and get us.) This was pretty far back in the cemetery. Once I saw this, I started heading back towards the car:
Well, maybe those will help illustrate my story somewhat. I am fairly certain this was my first time back to LaGrange since that night. The whole place is undergoing a restoration actually, so it's very pretty. "Now I know why people like golf. It's just nice to be outdoors in a well-manicured area." Still, with all the stories I have heard, and with what happened that night eleven years ago, I was expecting someone to come out of the woods at any moment.
I hope you enjoyed the pictures and my story.
"She got out of town, on a railway New York bound. Took all except my name. Another alien on Broadway..."