Part two of my little afternoon alone in Newport turned out to be the best. I don't know about you, but I love old cemeteries. This fascination dates back to my high school days when my friends and I use to hop the fence of a classmate's backyard that backed up to an old cemetery. You could find us way up by the Parrott Mausoleum on any given weekend night. As you drive to the center of Newport off of 138, you are taken through these really old cemeteries and for the past few years I have always wanted to walk through them. This time I found the time. Don't take this the wrong way, but I was in Heaven just wandering around aimlessly amongst the rows of crooked tombstones. Most of the stones in the oldest part date back to 1773, and were almost unreadable depending on what direction they were facing. Time and weather have taken their toll. Walking quietly amongst the abandoned souls from the 1700's was actually quite beautiful and peaceful. Next time I will plan better and wander amongst the slanted rows at night and see if I see something! That would be beyond my wildest dreams. I'll make sure the Bug is running and ready to roll!
Hope I don't freak anyone out.